All language subtitles for Shooter (2007)

DONNIE: Movement.

Two men.

(GOATS BLEATING)

Approximately...

40 goats.

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.

SWAGGER: Mmm-hmm.

No one can track you
through the water
except a fish.

Sarah's headed off
to nursin' school
next month.

She sewed that herself.

It's beautiful.

(EAGLE CAWING)

You sure this is
a peacekeeping mission?

Normally there isn't
any peace to start with.

This shit's awful calm.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(MAN SHOUTING)

Yes, sir.

Not at these coordinates.

Go ahead and
plot an alternate.

Yes, sir.

MAN: Command Post,
Command Post,
this is TS-129, over.

MAN 2: Sir, I have
visual confirmation of
TS-129's current position.

MAN 1: Mission accomplished,
en route to extract site.
Distance eight klicks. Over.

DONNIE: Command Post,
Command Post, this is Viper.

I have friendly forces
moving towards
extraction point, over.

Heads up, our boys
are coming through.

MAN 2: Viper, this is CP.
Be advised,

possible hostile forces
approaching TS-129
at their 12:00.

SWAGGER: Call them out.

Target.

Sector Bravo, deep.

Vehicle, belt-fed weapon.

Range it.

870 yards and closing.

Wind, three-quarter value,
push 2 left.

900 yards.
Wide spot on the road.

On target.

Hold scope.

Fire when ready.

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

Hit.

DONNIE: Command Post,
this is Viper.
Hostile threat down, over.

MAN:
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.

Shit!

Packing up.

MAN: Viper, be advised

(GUNFIRE)

larger hostile forces
approaching near sector Bravo.

Weren't supposed
to be hostiles that close!

(GUNFIRE)

Crooked tree.

675, 30 miles an hour,
three-mil lead.

Position to machine gun.
900, three-quarter value.

Fire when ready.

(MEN CLAMORING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

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!

DONNIE: 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.

(MEN CLAMORING)

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.

DONNIE: Radio check.
Do you read me?

Do you read me?

Okay, wrap it up. Let's go!

MAN 1: Pull out those tracks.

MAN 2: Pull out those tracks
and pack it up!

Intelligence said
they didn't have
air support!

Call it in!

Shit! The channel's down!

That's impossible!

The comm link's dead!

They left us here.

Don't worry,
we're getting home!

(MEN SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

Donnie?

Donnie!

(RICOCHETING)

(FIRING)

(CRASHING)

(BIRDS CAWING)

(WHISTLES)

(BARKING)

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.

SANDOR: Gunnery Sergeant
Bob Lee Swagger.

USMC, retired.

He is the best there is.

DOBBLER: 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 70 percent
casualties, the rest fled.

DOBBLER: 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.

JOHNSON: Grows and shoots
his own food.

DOBBLER: 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.

(BARKS)

You sure, boy?

(SAM BARKING)

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.

(SAM SNARLING)

SWAGGER:
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.

JOHNSON: Take your hand
off your weapon.

Slowly.

So the gunnery sergeant
doesn't have to
bury you in the hill.

(SCOFFS)

I don't carry a gun.

You know what that is?

SWAGGER: 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?

(SCOFFS) Something foolhardy.
Kept some other boys alive.

Will you give me five minutes?

Yeah, your dog stays outside.

SWAGGER: 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-to-10-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 armor.
That means a head shot

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.

(SIGHS)

SWAGGER:
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

to give you
the gas mileage for it.

You mind
if I take a picture?

This is beautiful.

(CLICKING)

Someone will be
at this number
night or day.

You see what he did?
He didn't need
a photo of the engine.

No, he doesn't
give a rat's ass
about the engine.

He's trained
in counterintel.

Backed up far enough
to take a picture
of the plates.

This is our guy.

I thought
he turned you down.

He said yes.
He just doesn't know it yet.

(SAM PANTING)

(EAGLE SCREECHING)

(SIGHS)

1,760's a mile.

It's a far piece, Sam.

Think the President
ought to worry?

(EXHALING)

(ECHOING)

Yeah, I think he better worry.

Yeah, he'll be fine.

Just feed him once a day.

Read him
a few ballistics tables
if he looks lonely.

Yep. I'm out.

Come here, buddy.

Okay.

Think you'll be able to
tough it out without me
for a couple days?

Huh?

Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(WHISTLES)

MAN: (ON RADIO)
This is Command Post.
What's your status? Over.

MAN 2: Yeah,
we're finishing up here
on 6th.

Roger that. We copy.
Checkpoint down, over.

MAN 1: Before you stands
Independence Hall,

the birthplace
of the United States

and one of the most
important buildings
in American history.

Built in 1732...

MAN 2: Keep a visual eye
on 72nd...

...both the
Declaration of Independence
and the U.S. Constitution

were debated and signed here.

SWAGGER: Out of
the three cities,
there's only one

with a reasonably
high chance of success.

There was no room
in Baltimore.

Street isn't wide enough
to correct for the windage,

buildings are in the way.

D.C.'s a pure
suicide mission.

I mean, unless you're sure
your shooter's interested
in 70 virgins

waiting for him
in the afterlife,
I'd rule that out.

Shot's got to be taken
from Philly.

From beyond 1,800 yards,
though.

It's one of
six possible locations,

approximately
five stories above
the President's location.

Flight time of the bullet
that distance
is five to six seconds.

They'll have to wait
till he takes the podium,

several lines
into his speech.

That way
he'd be completely static,
obviously at his most exposed.

Shot requires
a large-caliber weapon.

Expect the bullet
to be handmade,

bronzed alloy
turned on a lathe.

Slightly lower
ballistics coefficient,

touch more slippery.
Least that's what I'd do.

You can kill him
from that far away?

Mile and a half,
the bullet's going to strike
with more energy

than a .44 Magnum
point blank.

Yeah, I think
you can kill him.

The challenge is the wind.

Lightest breeze uncorrected
at that distance

is enough to ruin the shot.

He's gonna need indicators
between the podium
and the shooting position.

Velocity corrections
are easy,

but an angle change,
that becomes a trig problem.

He's gotta do that
in his head on the fly.

Without something to gauge,
your shot's just too tough
to make cold bore.

JOHNSON: Impressive recon
and report, son.

Move too soon, we lose him.

We want to take him alive.

If we don't know
who hired him,

it could just happen again.

We'll have six
three-man teams standing by.

Gunnery Sergeant Swagger?

A moment?

You've done your country
a great service, son.

Look...

On the day...

Listen.

You're one of the few people
who knows what to look for.

I could use a spotter.

(SIGHS)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(ALL CHEERING)

(MAN WHISTLING)

MAN: Thank you, Philadelphia.

The President speaks
in 20 minutes.

...before you
on this stage...

JOHNSON: Notify our teams.
Check their positions.

...patriots met
in Independence Hall
and created a document,

the Declaration
of Independence...

OFFICER: Uh, sir?

...and a country,
the United States of America,

that changed the world.

Philadelphia is our home.
We are...

MAN 1: (ON RADIO)
Stand by, all teams.
This is Listening Post.

Flashlight's current location
is approaching
Checkpoint Jason.

All sniper teams
send update on your sitrep.

Stand by.

MAN 2: Yes, I have
a clear line of sight.

WOMAN: Copy that.

MAN: Post 18 clear, over.

WOMAN: Post 19, please report.
What's your status?

All clear.
There's really nothing
going on here.

MAN 3: The Archbishop
of Ethiopia...

NEWSCASTER 1: The President
will be awarding

the Philadelphia
Brotherhood Medal

to His Grace Desmond Mutumbo,
the Archbishop of Ethiopia.

NEWSCASTER 2: There's been
some controversy
surrounding the Archbishop

as he's been speaking out
regarding the atrocities
in his country.

He plans to meet
with the President
right after the ceremony

to discuss these matters.

ARCHBISHOP: (OVER MIC)
These are great times.

(OVER SPEAKERS)
These are historic times.

And these are
troubled times, as well.

This medal
that your country...

SWAGGER:
Yellow ribbons.

Yeah, people put those up
to remember the troops.

No, they tie those low
around trees.

These are windage flags.

Roughly the location
I'd have put them in

for a shot from the steeple.

Yeah. Maybe.

No, definitely.
He knows what he's doing.

You guys got a team in place
to take out the church?

They'll move right
before the shot is taken,

when his focus
is elsewhere.

ARCHBISHOP: ...raises its head
and confronts freedom,

but slyly, subtly,
chokes it off at the root.

And it is our responsibility

to find these dark weeds.

MAN: (ON RADIO)
Flashlight has arrived.

I say again,
Flashlight has arrived.

(TRAIN CHUGGING)

Phew!

WOMAN:
If you just joined us...

Officer Timmons,
our local resource.

Bob Lee Swagger.

It is a real honor
to meet you.

You're unsnapped, officer.

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING
IN DISTANCE)

Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.

Don't want to
lose that now, do I?

Again, it's an honor.

ARCHBISHOP:
...of our stewardship
of this great...

SWAGGER: That our guy
in the collar?

JOHNSON:
The Archbishop of Ethiopia.

He's getting a medal.
Know it?

HOA. Horn of Africa. Yeah.

PAYNE: You know
I worked there?

You know what they say
about the first thing
that you feel

when you shoot a civilian.

Recoil of your rifle?

Right. (LAUGHS)

SWAGGER: Very original.

ANNOUNCER:
Thank you, Archbishop,
for those inspiring words.

The President
speaks next.

All teams stand by.

MAN: Agent Gibson,
we read your fly-by.
Situation all clear, over.

MAN 1: Agent James,
all clear.

ANNOUNCER: Now it gives me
enormous pleasure...

...to introduce to you

Got wind at three, full value.

the President
of the United States.

Make it
four-and-a-half minutes
of angle.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

Three-mil hold,
in case the wind dies.

(PEOPLE CHEERING)

(BEEPING)

He's loaded.

Altitude, humidity,
temperature accounted for.

In the city
that was the capital of...

SWAGGER: We got to take him.

Ten seconds.

Wind matches his setup.
Take him! Take him now!

Send in the ERT team.
Take out the...

(GROANS)

Shots fired! Shots fired!

(ALL CLAMORING)

(GRUNTS)

(GROANING)

MAN: Flashlight is down,
Flashlight is down.

Flashlight is down.

What? Flashlight down?

NEWSCASTER 1:
The President has been shot.

NEWSCASTER 2:
There's mass confusion...

Has the President been shot?

MAN: (OVER RADIO)
Right at the church steeple.

(PANTING)

PAYNE: How could you miss?

How could you fucking miss?

Thirty seconds, clear out.
Chase him down.

He's bleeding. Kill him.

(SIRENS WAILING)

MAN 1: Command Post
to Condor Two, load up, over.

MAN 2: Condor Two loading up.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Hurry up, guys. Come on.

MAN 1: Condor Two,
this is Command Post.
Stand by for update, over.

MAN 2: Standing by, over.

Command Post!

Command Post!
Command Post,
this is Post 19.

You guys read me?

Please.

Should I hold post?

Please help me.
Please. They shot me.

FBI. Put your hands up!

Please. Hey.

(GROANING)

Save me.

What?

(GRUNTING)

Give me the keys.

I didn't shoot the President.
Timmons was a setup.

Help!

(CAR LOCK CHIRPS)

(ENGINE STARTING)

FBI! Took my weapon
and my car.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Don't worry,
I already shot him twice.
You all right?

MAN 1: (ON RADIO) CP, 17,
can you repeat
possible suspect description?

WOMAN 1: Negative,
no further at this time.

WOMAN 2: CP, this is 15.
No activity at my location.

I am available to move
if necessary.

Copy that.

(SIRENS WAILING)

This is Officer Timmons
requesting backup.

Pursuing suspect
in assassination.

Now fleeing in stolen
FBI vehicle, moving south
on Front from Diamond.

Suspect is armed
and dangerous. I repeat,

suspect is armed
and dangerous.

WOMAN: All Philly PD units
be advised,

assassination suspect
is fleeing
in a stolen FBI vehicle.

He is going south
on Front from Diamond.

MAN 2: This is Condor 2.

We are transitioning
from roadhouse
to Front Street.

Please advise
for further description
of suspect vehicle.

WOMAN 1: Dispatch, 419,
I'm heading south on Thompson.

Do we have a color,
anything on the vehicle?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

WOMAN 2: Assassination
suspect's vehicle

is one government-issue
black 2006 Ford Crown Vic.

Pennsylvania license number
7-3-1-7
James David Edward, over.

MAN: What was suspect's
last known location? Over.

WOMAN: Last known
is south on Front.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION
ON RADIO CONTINUES)

This is Agent James.
Do we have multiple suspects
or a single suspect?

WOMAN: Agent James, negative.
No further information...

(PANTING)

This is Agent Pittman.
Car seen going high speed
on Castor.

High speed on Castor.
Be advised.

DOBBLER:
Timmons called it in?

Right on time,
like he was supposed to.

Before he shot him again.

Well, he's been hit twice,
so unless he can
stop the bleeding

without going
to the hospital
or a doctor,

it doesn't
really matter.

They're going to find him
lying dead by a dumpster

in an alley in 20 minutes.

MAN: (ON RADIO)
What is your location?

(GROANING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
OVER RADIO)

(PANTING)

MAN: Suspect vehicle
a black sedan, four-door...

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

WOMAN: All units be advised,

eyewitness reports
suspect vehicle
entering High-Tech Car Wash

on the northwest corner
of Girard and 9th, over.

MAN2: Command Post
be advised,

this is Condor Two en route
to suspect location, over.

MAN 3: Command Post,
Condor Three copies.
All en route.

(SIRENS BLARING)

Yo, man!
Watch it, man!

(HORN BLARES)

(HORN BLARES)

(SIRENS BLARING)

Shit!

MAN 2: Command Post,
Condors Two and Three
moving to intercept, over.

(HORNS BLARING)

(TRUCK HORN BLARING)

OFFICER 1: Suspect vehicle
collided with a truck
under the 95.

He's at Market and Columbus.

OFFICER 2: Looks good.
Vehicle is disabled.
Repeat, vehicle disabled.

(GUNFIRING)

Take him down! Fire!

(GRUNTS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING
ON RADIO)

I got a Crown Vic. Black.
Government plates.

Dead guy
in the front seat?

(SHIP HORN BLARING)

I want the banks of this river
lined for 30 miles,
five minutes ago.

All right. Let's start
the search downriver.

REPORTER: I'm here
with Officer Timmons,

who pursued the suspect
on foot.

Officer, can you tell us
what happened?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(SEAGULLS CALLING)

(SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE)

(GROANING)

(PANTING)

(COUGHING)

(PANTING)

(GROANS)

(ENGINE STARTING)

NEWSCASTER 1:
The would-be assassin,
tentatively identified

as retired
Marine Gunnery Sergeant
Bob Lee Swagger,

is being pursued by
thousands of

State and Federal
law enforcement personnel
as we speak.

NEWSCASTER 2: As the net
begins to tighten nationwide,

there is still no trace
of Swagger.

Nothing but an abandoned car
has been found

at the bottom of
the Delaware River.

NEWSCASTER 3:
Seven-year veteran

Philadelphia police officer
Stanley Timmons,

first to respond
to the scene,

is believed to have shot
and injured Swagger.

Early reports indicate
that the assailant

may have been hit
as many as two times.

Meanwhile, the FBI
has been unwilling to comment

on information
that an agent of theirs

was assaulted and disarmed

by Swagger
as he fled the scene,

possibly in
a stolen FBI vehicle.

At this time,
no sign of Swagger
has been found.

You have embarrassed
this office.

You will be facing
a review

from the Office of
Professional Responsibility.

Sir...

Well, I don't feel
embarrassed.

A Force Recon Marine
Scout Sniper

disarmed me three weeks
out of the academy.

If anything,
I feel lucky to be alive.

Why'd he say
he didn't shoot
the President?

Because he didn't.

Mmm.

Also, he said
Timmons was a setup.

He never said that.
City cop managed to spot,
shoot this guy twice.

You got your ass kicked.

You're misremembering.

That's normal
under extreme stress events.

Have you given your
official statement yet?

Because I would be
very cautious
about what went in it.

Well, maybe
I should wait
for the report

to come out,
read it
and then remember.

MAN: (WHISPERING)
Can you believe
this fucking guy?

There you go.

Yes?

The raw feeds are in
from the networks.

NEWSCASTER: ...development,
security camera footage
from Washington, D.C.

and several locations
in Philadelphia

shows the suspect,
Gunnery Sergeant
Bob Lee Swagger,

scouting shooting locations,
traveling
and taking wind readings.

As the net begins
to tighten nationwide,

there is still no trace
of Swagger.

(PANTING)

Excuse me.

Oh, can't sell you nothing.
Just lost our power.

Please. I got cash,
and you can keep the change.

Ain't gonna be able
to find nothing.

Please, all I need
is a marinade needle,
some salt, some sugar,

couple bottles of water.

How many?

(PANTING)

(MAN SIGHING)

MEMPHIS: Well, sir,
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry to hear that.

I'm sure she's
a really nice Christian woman,

but we don't take care
of those things here.

Yeah. Okay, well...

NEWSCASTER: The FBI
released a video...

...threatened the President...

...see a counselor.

Dr. Phil or something. Okay.

...signed and dated
by Bob Lee Swagger
just 10 days ago.

NEWSCASTER 1:
Federal agents today
executed a search warrant

in the Wind River range
of Wyoming

where Swagger had been living
for several years.

In the meantime, the FBI
has been unwilling to comment,

as no sign of Swagger
has been found.

No.

Get anything?

(RINGING)

(GRUNTING)

(COUGHING)

Uh-huh.

Mmm-hmm.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, wait, wait.
Where was this?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

TURNER: And? Yes?

MEMPHIS: She thinks
it was him,
but it was dark

because the power was out
in the store.

MAN: Gotta be.

What'd he buy?

Uh, salt, sugar, water,
and a marinade injector.

Guy going to a barbecue.

Salt, water, an injector
could be used for an IV,

but what's with the sugar?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Hold that! Hold that!

Well, sugar's been used
to treat battlefield wounds

for hundreds of years.

It has something to do
with osmotic pressure.

It was popular
during the Napoleonic War.

You go into Howard's office
with the Napoleonic War,

he's gonna put you
on psych leave.

Go back to your desk.
I'm saving your life.

(SIGHING)

One thing is...

(GUNSHOT)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

...1790 to 1800.

(GUNSHOT)

One thing is...

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(TAPE REWINDING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(COUGHS)

(KNOCKING)

(KNOCKING)

(SWAGGER COUGHING)

I'm sorry
to bother you, ma'am.

I know
who you are.

You're Bob Lee. Swagger.
Donnie's old partner.

Look, I didn't shoot
the President.

I know.

You do?

The President's not dead.
Ethiopian Archbishop is.

Why in the hell would somebody
want to shoot him?

Look, you're a nurse, right?

No. No, that was
Donnie's dream.

I couldn't stand the blood.

I teach the third grade.

Look, you should go.

Please.

Please. Please?

I didn't do
whatever they said I did.

I swear.

I'm in some bad trouble
and I need some help.

I wouldn't have come all the
way here to lie to you.

You still figuring on
shooting me?

Only that shotgun's
a little long
to bring up fast.

Look, if you're going to
do it, just get it over with.

I ain't got
nowhere else to go.

Pull the truck in the garage.

The neighbors'll be up
in a minute.

You'd best call me Sarah.

All right.

WOMAN: 911,
what's your emergency?

(GROANING)

(SWAGGER COUGHING)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

(PANTING)

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Hello?

WOMAN: This is 911.
We received a hang-up
from this location.

Yeah, neighbor's dog
knocked over the trash cans

and scared
the hell out of me.
Everything's fine. Thanks.

Okay, then.

Seems you call the police
and hang up
without saying anything,

they call you back
right away.

I should've come
and seen you in person.

Before. I mean, then.

Yeah, I read the letter.

It was okay.

And once a year
I got the flowers.

You don't look real good.

I'm supposed to be dead.
Been a long night.

SARAH: Why aren't you?

Well, the U.S. government
spent a lot of time and money

teaching me how not to die

after they got done
teaching me
how to kill people.

So how is it
I'm supposed to help you?

You can do
a running cross-stitch,

finish it with
an embroidery knot?

Yeah.

You got to try to
spread it out.

It's gonna look odd
you buy it all in one place.

(EXCLAIMS)

(SIGHS) How can it be
three years ago
when it seems like ten?

Mileage can be rough.

No one ever beats me in.

(EXHALES)

You never left.

Everyone keeps telling me
I'm crazy.

Like I didn't see what I saw,
or heard what I heard.

I'm not crazy, though.
You think I'm crazy?

Where did all this stuff
come from?

At first I thought
it was Washington, Quantico.

I checked and it didn't.
It just magically arrived.

Cooperating agencies,

ATF, NRO,
places that don't even
have initials

they cooperate in times
of national emergency.

You need to get some sleep.

You know that the first
ballistics diagram got here

22 minutes
after the shooting.

We're good at our jobs.

12 minutes after the shooting,
they were
still scrambling choppers.

The scene was locked down.

How did they get
a reverse azimuth
10 minutes after that?

I mean, we work
for the federal government.

We're not that good
at our jobs.

Probably not.

You want to see something?

I downloaded this.

This is a full-scale printout

of a target Swagger shot
two years ago at 1,000 yards.

I punched in the holes myself.
It was at a competition.

I read an article.
It said Swagger shot
a silver dollar at a grand.

Five shots,

at 1,000 yards,

an inch-and-a-half spread.
An inch and a half!

It was the capital
of the United States...

That's the flag
behind the President.
It's barely waving.

This is the wind speed
and direction

according to the
National Weather Service

at the time of the shot.
I did the math.

Now, how does a man
who can do that

miss by two-and-a-half feet
at 2,000 yards?

I don't get it.

You've had a long night.
Let it go and get some sleep.

You know,
I saw Timmons interviewed.

He said he was
walking foot patrol,

saw a rifle barrel
sticking out of a window,

went upstairs to investigate,
and shot Swagger.

No sniper sticks his rifle
out of a window.

They shoot from cover,
back in the room.

It doesn't make any sense.

No, you're not.

I'm gonna talk to Timmons.

Why? 'Cause they're gonna
fire me if I do?

Timmons was killed by a mugger
in an alley last night.

(GROANING)

In a conspiracy,
all loose ends are trimmed.

Jack Ruby shoots Oswald?

Bad things happen
to good people.

Yeah, not that quick,
they don't.

SWAGGER: Well, I stopped
the bleeding temporarily.

But it'll cut loose again.

I held off
the worst of the infection,

but you're gonna have to
open it up,

cut out and scrub away
anything that's dead,

working your way out,
sewing it together

and you got to try
to make sure
you don't re-infect it.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

You ready for this?

I'm going to do
all those Whip-It!'s
and pass out.

(CAN FIZZING)

Good luck, okay?

(PIGEON FLUTTERING)

(DOGS BARKING)

JOHNSON: I need you to plan
a presidential assassination.

SWAGGER: That our guy
in the collar?

Whose president?

JOHNSON:
I didn't say "execute".

He's getting a medal.
Know it?

The Archbishop of Ethiopia.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

You need to find
the shooter.

No.

(CREAKING)

(BIRDS FLUTTERING)

(TRAFFIC BUZZING)

(CLATTERS)

(BELL TOLLING)

Two-and-a-half days,
shot twice, no sign?

Find me something.

Maybe he crawled
into a hole and died.

He's not dead.

Tear apart his life.

Again.

Go okay?

Mmm-hmm.

I've been hallucinating.

Something
I need to tell you.

Ralphie's dead.

Who's Ralphie?

Well, they said
you shot your dog

'cause you knew
you weren't coming back.

They said that, huh?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

Name was Sam.

He was a good dog.
I raised him from a pup.

You okay?

No.

What are you gonna do?

I'll get better.

Then I'm going to burn
their playhouse down.

(INDISTINCT MUTTERING)

Can I help you?

(SIGHING)

SARAH: Hold still.

(RAIN PATTERING)

I've been meaning
to ask you.

You have a boyfriend?

Why?

Am I still supposed to be
the grieving widow?

It's been three years.

No.

Just wonder
if I'm gonna have
to shoot somebody

walks through that door
without knocking,

wondering where you've been.

Well, no.

Nothing steady.
No boyfriend.

Not bad.

A little stiff, but...

Hey.

You know, you would've made
one hell of a nurse.

That was really brave,
what you did.

You saved my life.

I'm better.
I better get to it.

They're never gonna stop
chasing you.

Never.

They're never gonna stop
looking.

SWAGGER: In the meantime,
they need someone else
to find.

I'm going to give them him.

Excuse me?

May be a way to get two birds
with that stone, too.

Hey.

Swagger?

The gun
Donnie learned to hunt with
when he was a kid.

It ain't much,
but it shoots true.

I cleaned and oiled it
before I put it away.

You sure?

Yeah.

Why'd you go?

When they came
to see you.

They know
which buttons to press.

I'm still enough of a sucker,
you press that patriot button,

I'll sit up in my chair
and say,

"Which way
you want me to go, boss?"

I mean,
I ain't real proud of it,

but I ain't ashamed, either.

You know, I got a plan,

but I think
I'm going to need your help.

Okay. I'll do it.

I haven't even told you
what it is yet.

I know.

Look.

It was my fault.

What?

You know, with Donnie.
I should never...

What?

Don't you dare.

Don't you try and take that
away from him.

He knew exactly
what he was doing
when he enlisted.

He knew exactly
what he was doing

when he enrolled
in scout sniper training.

He loved what he did.

No one made him do it.

That ain't yours to carry.

You're right.

I'm sorry I tried.

It's okay.

SWAGGER: I need you to meet
with this FBI agent.

Use him to flush Johnson
out of his hiding place.

Give him
the vehicle ID number.

He'll do
what he's trained to do.

You get in and get out.
Don't get caught.

You get caught,
I get caught.

SARAH: You know what that is?

Says he didn't shoot no one,
but I don't know.

Well, he's been
staying with me.

Who's been staying with you?
Bob Lee Swagger?

The plates
are probably fake.

Pretty sure
the other number's real.

A VIN number.

MEMPHIS:
And what is this?

Seems no one goes through
the trouble
to change 'em anymore.

And you're going to
sit real still
until I'm long gone.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(INDISTINCT
POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

See the guy
in the Eagles jacket?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

OFFICER: Excuse me, sir.
Can I see some ID, please?

(BARKING)

Sir, I'm going to need you
to take off your hat

and show me some ID.

I'm not gonna ask you again.

Take your hat off, asshole!

(SCREAMS)

(GROWLS)

Get on the ground!
Get your ass on the ground!

(SIRENS WAILING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(BUZZING)

(POURING WATER)

MAN: Hey, how's it going?

Hey, John.

(BLEEPING)

Yeah.

MAN: Hey, Ed?

You got that Stevens file
we wanted back?

How badly
do you want to know?

Because this
will get you fired.

Well, I have to go before
the Office of
Professional Responsibility

in 45 minutes for a review.

I'm gonna get fired anyway.
I'm done worrying about that.

What do you think?

I think that CNN got
the tapes before we did,

already edited together
to show the angles.

Who delivered them?

An unnamed agency
who will never confirm
or deny.

They denied, which is a...

Which is a confirmation
of sorts.

Of what?

That you are asking
questions way outside
your pay grade.

Oh, come on,
just tell me.

You don't want to be here
for that review.

They don't have to stop
at firing you.

They can charge you
and hold you.

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

The ASAC's job
comes with Delta clearance.

Go.

Thank you.

DOBBLER: This is a copy
of a chat-room transcript.

These guys
talk about everything.

I didn't give it
much thought
at the time.

We just traced it
to a donut shop
with free Wi-Fi.

But this,
this is a Delta-level
clearance request

out of the FBI field office
in Philadelphia
seven minutes ago.

Funny thing,
Google Maps
puts the donut shop

only three blocks away
from the field office.

There's only one guy
who met with Swagger
before he disappeared.

He lives in Philly.

And he works for the FBI.

Nicholas Memphis.

GALINDO:
...really strange company.

Contracts with a lot
of the Fortune 500.

Offices in Virginia, Delaware,
registered in Panama.

They own a boat
that's flagged out of Libya.

They're definitely
not government,

but they have
high ex-military contacts
like you wouldn't believe.

These are contractors.

I can't tell
what this company does, but...

Hey.

Hey, hey, hey!

(MEMPHIS SCREAMING)

GALINDO: Memphis?

Memphis!

(GRUNTS)

(MEMPHIS GROANING)

MAN: For a man
who didn't know much,

you sure took a long,
painful time to tell it.

Get him some water.

Good.

(RETCHING)

Got to pee yet?

MAN 2:
Got to flush them drugs
out of your system.

Look awful suspicious
if you were
to go and shoot yourself

pumped full of the same shit
the agency uses.

I'm not going to shoot myself.

Sure you will.

Take him out. Get him ready.

No!

(GROANING)

MEMPHIS: That's my gun.

Yeah.

You wrote a real touching
suicide note, too.

All overwrought with guilt
about your mistakes.

Quit your struggling.

This thing works.
It's not the first time
we've used it.

(GUNSHOT)

Russo. Russo!

Davis, get out here!

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

(GUNSHOT)

What is the goddamn hold-up?

(GROANS)

(THUDS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Don't kill me, please!
Don't kill me!
I believe you!

Kill you?

Had enough chances.
I wanted you dead,
you'd be dead.

What kind of asshole'd
think up a thing like this?

(SPITS, GRUNTING)

Not bad with a poodle shooter
and a makeshift silencer, huh?

Help me toss these boys
in the water?

You set me up
and you used me as bait!

You think?
Flushed them out, didn't it?

I was kind of hoping
to keep one alive,

but they were
kind of determined
to kill you.

You can hire a good lawyer,
and I'll call the Bureau.

They can work out
some kind of deal.

This is explainable.

You can prove
that you didn't shoot
the Archbishop.

I don't think you understand.

These boys killed my dog.

Hey, this is the 21st century.
You can't go to war
with these people.

In the end, the law is all...

In the end, the law'll never
catch and hold them.

In a year or two,
they'll be back in business.

New names, new messenger boys,
same old story.

And I'll be dead.

It's gonna be
some hard, hairy work, Pork.

There's gonna be
more shooting,

and more people
are gonna die.

Now, I didn't start it,

but be sure as hell
I mean to see it through.

So you get it straight.
You in or you out?

You know,
I missed a meeting today

where I was going to get fired
for unprofessional conduct

because I was kidnapped
by people that don't exist.

I'll take his legs.

It's a good call, Pork.

JOHNSON: You're trying
to tell me
a rookie FBI agent

overpowered and killed
the three of them?

No.

They were shot from a distance
of about 200 yards.

With a .22.

Yes.

Swagger's alive.

And that young kid,

FBI Agent

Nick Memphis,

who managed to pry out
a Delta-level clearance,

hasn't come back to the office
and is out there with him.

What?

I just went over
Swagger's financials again.

Once a year,
he sent flowers to someone
with his Visa card.

I cracked the FTD database,
got an address.

Donnie Fenn's widow.
Anniversary of his death.

She went back to using
her maiden name,

which is why
we missed it the first time.

She's maybe the only person
in the entire world

that would believe anything
that Swagger had to say.

Look. Keene City, Kentucky.

It's just within
driving range.

What are you waiting for?
Take the jet.

All right.

JOHNSON:
We've given Swagger
a new war,

he's found a new spotter.

This is about
to get worse.

Uh... I think we're here.

Hey. Swagger.

I think we're here.

Welcome to Tennessee.

Patron state
of shooting stuff.

Hey, who is this guy?

SWAGGER: This guy
was the greatest gunsmith
east of the Mississippi.

He's a legend.

He knows more about guns
and the people who shoot them

than Smith & Wesson.

Don't really matter
anymore.

He knew we were coming
the last three miles.

All right.

You mind your manners.

You boys come a long way.
What you looking for?

Wisdom.

You come
to the wrong place.

Maybe.

Say a man wanted
to fire a bullet
from one rifle

and have it match exactly
to another.
Could that be done?

Take a seat.

Have a chair, son.

If you could get a bullet
that had been shot clean
through the first rifle,

could make
the grooves match.

Kind of thing ain't been done
in a long time, though.

The bullet that was taken
out of the Archbishop

was completely mangled
on impact.

FBI match
was metallurgical.

Thank you, Mother.

Yeah, but you
couldn't guarantee that
going in,

so they had to be sure.

And I still can't figure out
how they could be.

Good coffee?

Yep.

Look on your left, there.
Second shelf down.

Red leather spine.

Written by
a guy named Schofeld.

Put it there 15 years ago.
Don't figure
it's moved since then.

(ROOSTER CROWING)

Yeah. Paper patching.

State of the art.
1870s Africa.

Paper-wrapped bullet.

No metal on metal
going down the barrel.

Grooves would match.
Paper unwinds at the muzzle.

Leaves no traces
when it hits.

Interesting question, though.
Hope I satisfied you.

I got another one.

I thought you might.

Suppose I was looking
for a man

to make a 2,200-yard
cold-bore shot.

Who's alive
that could do that?

Seems I heard about
a shot like that
being made not too long ago.

Said the guy's name
was Bob Lee Swagger.

Never met the man,
so I wouldn't know him.

Yeah, they said that,
all right.

They also said
that artificial sweeteners
were safe,

and WMDs were in Iraq,

and Anna Nicole
married for love!

Would've been
a bad job to take, though.

How come?

Whoever took that shot's
probably dead now.

That's how
a conspiracy works.

Them boys on the grassy knoll,
they were dead
within three hours.

Buried in the damn desert.
Unmarked graves
out past Terlingua.

And you know this
for a fact?

Still got the shovel.

Sake of argument,
somebody other than him?

There was a guy
in Russia.

They locked his ass up.

Another one in France.
I know he's dead.

There was one guy,

but he don't shoot
no more.

A brutal son of a bitch.

Most boys shoot to kill.
He'd shoot to wound,

wait till his friends
come to help,

kill them too.

Turned one target
into four.

Men, women, children.
Killed them by the hundreds.

The other side
wanted him. Bad.

Finally narrowed his hide
down to an abandoned
six-story building.

They quit
the subtle tactics.

They called in
an artillery strike.

Leveled a square block.

Brought the building down
on his ass.

Some say
he crawled out of there.

Some say he died.

Never heard from him
no more.

Fuck me.

What?

I met the son of a bitch.

Yeah. The world
ain't what it seems,
is it, Gunnie?

No, sir.

You keep that in mind.

The moment you think
you got it figured,

you're wrong.

He got a name?

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hey, it's me, Nick.

Do you have any idea
how much trouble you're in?

Are you okay?
Nick, where are you?

Yeah.

Oh, it's better
I don't tell you.

Look, do you have a pen?

I need you to find someone.
Mikhaylo Sczerbiak.

You got it?

Yeah.

I got it.

Man, this is hard to spell.

JOHNSON:
Swagger is going to go
with what he knows.

He'll try
to track the shooter.

He won't get far
that way.

Yes, he will.

We're going to help him.

How's that?

Sometimes to catch a wolf,
you need to
tie the bait to a tree.

And what happens
to the bait?

Hard to say.

But that's the nature
of being the bait.

(RINGING)

Hey, it's Nick.
Did you find him?

He's in Virginia.

JOHNSON: An end
we thought was tied up

came untied.

SENATOR:
Meaning, Colonel?

Swagger is still alive.

Oh, my.

I need to land
a transport plane
without a customs check.

I'm certain
I don't want to know,
but what's on the plane?

Crew we used in Ethiopia.

Twenty-four good,
hard men.

Weapons and gear.

Only 24?

Do kill him.

No loose ends this time.

Night, Colonel.

Good night, Senator.

(CLANKING)

Hello?

Someone there?

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

(GUNSHOT)

Now look.

Look what you've done now.

Give me that.

I don't want you to
hurt yourself. Okay?

(SHUSHING)

(GROANS)

Where's your boyfriend?

MEMPHIS:
What if it's a trap?

SWAGGER: Oh, it's a trap.

Guaranteed. Every time.

Question is, for whom?

Yep.

You got your list, right?

All right, you make sure
you stick to it.

Let's go.

Okay, so what are these
for again?

Tear gas is going to be
on my remote.

Right.

Napalm on the first floor.
Pipe bombs
on the rest of them.

Gotta be
very careful with these.

It's got
a 15-foot kill radius.

So what exactly
are we getting ready for?

For as much as we can be.

All right, you got
four enemy combatants.

Take them one by one.

Keep shooting.
Don't let anything
distract you.

Fuck!

Didn't I say
don't let anything
distract you?

Slow is smooth,
smooth is fast. Let's see it.

Oh.

(SARAH MOANING)

No. No.

It's just you and me, baby.

No!

MEMPHIS: You got three guards.

One at your 2:00,

12:00

and 10:00.

(HORSE SNORTING)

Danger close. 2:00,
fifty yards.

(GROANING)

(SWAGGER PANTING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

(BEEPS)

(BEEPS)

MEMPHIS:
You got one right on you.

20 yards and closing.

(CLANGING)

(CHOKES)

(BEEPS)

SANDOR:
Go check the perimeter.

And tell the others
to stay alert.

GUARD: I'm on it.
Right away, sir.

(CHOKES)

(BEEPS)

Swagger, you got one above you
on the roof.

(TIMER BEEPS)

You killed all three?

There were four.

I want Johnson's real name.
I want to know
who he works for.

I want to know why
it was worth going through
that much effort

to kill the Archbishop.

Aren't you the one
that shot him?

And if I don't know
any of those things?

Then you're
of no worth to me

and I might as well
shoot you now and leave.

Johnson's had a lot of names.

Don't know one's any more real
than the next.

Knowing would
only be dangerous.

He's ex-army.

Pretty sure
he was a full-bird colonel.

Go on.

They came for me,
like they came for you.

Recruitment for
a single job.

They like the wounded.

Easier to use

and then throw away
when you are done.

Timmons, you, me...

Once you've been a wolf,
it's hard to be staked down
like a goat.

This is just one dead man
talking to another.

And the Archbishop?

(CHUCKLES)

You want to take
all suspicions away
when you shoot someone,

wait till he's standing
next to the President.

What was he going
to say?

The truth.

That nothing,
no matter how horrible,

ever really happens
without the approval
of the government.

Over there, and here.

The problem isn't the doing.

It's the people in power
having to admit

that they knew.

The prisoners are tortured
at Abu Ghraib,

and only the underlings
go to jail.

Their bosses knew.

We know their bosses knew.

But you don't say it.

What exactly happened
in Africa?

Somehow the villagers
didn't think

that an oil pipeline

was a good enough reason
to move their village

to a place
where the spirit gods
didn't exist.

Drink?

So they asked them
all nicely to move

and when they didn't,
they just killed them all?

No.

They didn't ask.

They just killed them.

All.

So the next village
won't need to be asked.

They'll just go.

There is a mass grave
with 400 bodies,

men, women, children,

under the oil-pumping station
10 kilometers
over the Eritrean border.

You should know.

You covered the retreat
of the contractors
who did the job.

Of course,
you weren't supposed
to survive that, either.

Who runs Johnson?

A senator.
From Montana, I think.

You don't get it.

There is no head
to cut off.

It's a conglomerate.

If one of them
betrays the principles

of the accrual of money
and power,

the others betray him.

What it is

is human weakness.

You can't kill that
with a gun.

(WHISPERING) Swagger.

Swagger.

You got to get out of there.
They're everywhere.

Had to keep you
till they got here.

Lying wasn't going to
hold you.

You would have known.

By the way,
they've got your woman.

MEMPHIS: Swagger.

They're 20 yards and closing.

You got to get out of there.

MEMPHIS: Roger that.

Bug out. Go to hide two.

(YELLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

MEMPHIS: (PANTING)
Swagger, I'm in position two.

You got to get out of there.

Hey!

They're all over the place.

Calm down.

Blow the pipe bombs outside

on my call, okay?
You got it?

Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I got it.

(BEEPS)

Listen very carefully.

On my one,
you blow the pipe bombs,

then the gas.

Three, two, one...

(MEN YELLING)

Hit it. Hit the napalm.

(EXPLOSION)

(SCREAMING)

(RIFLE COCKS)

(GUNSHOTS)

Swagger!

You got it.

MEMPHIS: Swagger!

Swagger!

Swagger!

You got to bug out
on my go behind that barn.

Okay.

You ready? Go!

Yeah.

Come on!

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

(GUNSHOTS)

You got to gun it
to that tree line.

What?

You got five shots left.
Gotta draw that bird out.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

On my cover, all right?

All right, go!

MAN: Pull up! Pull up!

Time to go!

(EXPLOSION)

WOMAN: Let me take a look.

PURNELL: Not right now.

Morning, beautiful.

Sir...

See this shootout in Virginia?

Shells everywhere,
helicopter remnants, blood.
No bodies, though, right?

And they get fingerprints
off the cartridge cases.

First set positively IDed
as Bob Lee Swagger.

Second set belongs
to Special Agent Nick Memphis

of the FBI.

What? That's gotta be wrong.

Now, the only
reasonable question to ask
after that is,

what the fuck is going on?

(GUNSHOTS)

(MAN CHUCKLES)

Great shot!

MAN 2: Good shooting!

MAN 1: All yours, Dan!

I'm beginning to think
that you were
the wrong man for the job.

Think what you want.

It appears we misjudged
the gunnery sergeant.

There's always
a confused soul

that thinks that one man
can make a difference.

And you have to kill him
to convince him otherwise.

That's the hassle
with democracy.

(GUNSHOT)

MAN: Pull!

(PHONE RINGING)

PURNELL:
...fire under their asses,
you understand me?

We need those results now.

Anna, you guys,
you take the team... Anna!
...to the roadhouse.

Okay, I don't care
who it is right now.
I don't give...

Guys! We got Memphis
on the line.

Start a trace.

MAN: 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.

Yeah, I know.

But we're the FBI, son.

Yeah, I'll keep in touch.

Oh, Nick, wait... (GROANS)

Son of a bitch.

MAN 1: Got him.

Did we get that?

MAN 2: They're on
an interstate

Let's move.

Let's move!

outside Bozeman, Montana.

(PHONE RINGING)

This is Swagger.

Figured you'd be listening.

(OVER PHONE)
Colonel Johnson here.

Colonel?

You have nowhere to go.

If it is "Colonel"?

It is.

I have something you want.

Well, it seems so do I.

SANDOR:
Over the Eritrean border,

(BEEPS)

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.

(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

(SARAH GROANING)

Where's your boy?

Well, I'm here.

He's here.

Look, look, look.

There's your boy.
There's your boy, baby.

(GUNSHOT)

(GASPS)

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

Okay.

(GUNSHOT)

(GROANING)

I think I broke a rib!

(COUGHING)

Don't move!

Is there anybody else?

No.

(GUNSHOT)

(SHUDDERING)

(GUNSHOT)

(MAN SCREAMS)

He head-shoots me,
spasm kills her!

You got no shot!

No shot, Swagger!
You hear that, Swagger?

(ECHOING)

You got no shot!

What are you gonna do?
Come on!

PAYNE:
It's over for you, buddy!

No shot! Okay, fuck him.

(GUNSHOT)

(PAYNE SCREAMING)

Not bad!

Pretty good!
He went for the shot.

(GUNSHOT)

Christ.

(PAYNE SCREAMING)

TURNER: 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.

(PAYNE GROANING)

Search him.

I don't carry a weapon,

ordinarily.

I'm licensed to carry that
in this state.

SWAGGER: Pull the pilot.

Put your weapon down!
Put it down!

Put your gun down!

Easy. Easy.

(GUNSHOTS)

(SARAH PANTING)

Sarah.

Give me the gun.

It's okay. Give me the gun.

You okay?

MEMPHIS: 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, huh?

Raping and murdering
innocent women and children,
you sick fuck?

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

(LAUGHS) 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?

(HELICOPTERS APPROACHING)

It's the FBI!

It's gonna be okay.
Hold this.

SANDOR: If one of them
betrays the principles
of the accrual...

I don't think so, Senator.

(PLAYER STOPS)

Saving our lives.

What are you doing?

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?

(SIGNALING)

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.

SWAGGER: 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.

AGENT 1: Drop your weapons!
Put it down now!

AGENT 2: Don't move!

Special Agent
Nick Memphis, FBI!
Don't shoot!

AGENT 2: On the ground!

AGENT 1: Down, now!

I said get down!

(SIREN WAILING)

(SHACKLES CLATTERING)

Could I free my hands,
please?

It's okay.

Thank you, sir.

Mmm-hmm.

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.

Sir.

Director Brandt.

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 fuck 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.

BRANDT: There was no point.

You fire the weapon?

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?

No.

Yep.

Trust me?

Really trust me?

Yeah.

With your life?

Good.

Yep.

What the hell are you doing?

MAN: Put that weapon down now!

If you're zeroed for 600,
you ought to aim
a little lower.

Ain't gonna make a difference
this close.

Only thing
that's gonna make a difference

is whether I'm crazy or not.

(CLICKING)

I could keep doing this
all day,

with every weapon in my house.

I swapped all the firing pins
before I left the house.
I always do.

Looks right,
need a micrometer to tell.

But the gun don't shoot.

That bullet you got
out of that bishop
was fired from my weapon,

but a week before,
at a can of stew.

I did take an oath
to defend this country

from all enemies,
foreign and domestic.

I just didn't figure
I'd end up
quite this involved.

But at the end of the day,
when all the dust settles,

you can't hide from the truth,
you son of a bitch.

(CHUCKLES)

Whatever.

Who gives a shit?

Nice presentation.

But none of it sticks to me.

Gentlemen,
this meeting is over.

Done.

I'll be seeing you.

He's right. There's nothing
to prove he did anything.

Yeah, in this country.

Sir, you should
take a look at these.

These images
are from a classified file

showing a village
of people in Africa

that were exterminated
by the colonel
and his associates.

RUSSERT: My God.

Look around you.

This isn't the Horn of Africa.

That's all hearsay.

This is the land of the free
and the home of the brave.

And I'm free to go.

RUSSERT:
Colonel, your moral compass
is so fucked up,

I'll be shocked if you manage
to find your way
back to the parking lot.

Regardless
of how I feel about this,

these events occurred
in another country,

outside of our laws.

So that's it?
That's the best you can do?

This isn't
the World Court, Sergeant.

And I don't have
the jurisdiction
to detain the colonel

for crimes
he may or may not
have committed

on another continent.

Sir, I urge you
to reconsider...

There's nothing
to reconsider, son.

I win.

You lose.

Again.

This is ridiculous.

For the record,

I don't like the way
this turned out
any more than you do.

But this is the world
we live in.

And justice
does not always prevail.

It's not the Wild West,

where you can
clean up the streets
with a gun.

Even though sometimes
that's exactly what's needed.

Bob Lee Swagger,
you're free to go.

Unshackle the sergeant.

JOHNSON: I'd say
that's quite a shot, Senator.

MEACHUM: In the face.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

You heard that expression,

"You didn't know
whether to shit or go blind"?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

You should've seen the look
on the
Attorney General's face.

Did he give his
checks-and-balances speech?

"This is about evidence
and the truth!"

And then
you just said to him,

"Fuck you!"

"Hold my cigar, Mr. A.G."

"Fuck you!

"The truth
is what I say it is!"

You know, you got to be
out of the country
in the morning.

You're going to Ecuador.

Oh. Uh...

Well, we're having
some problems with the locals.

We have our personnel
on the ground

ready to neutralize
the problem, but...

Well, they've requested you.

It's solvable.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

They requested you...

Swagger.

(GUNSHOT)

MEACHUM: Turn off the lights!

(GASPING)

Get my car.

Get my car.

(GUN FIRING)

Do something.

Do something!

Where is he?

(GROANING)

(GUNSHOT)
He's under the floor!

(GROANING)

(SHUDDERING)

You don't need to kill me.

You don't need to kill me.
It was them.

It was them.

God damn it!
Just wait a minute!

Hold it just a minute.
Hold it.

Are you out of your mind?
Are you
out of your damn mind?

I am a United States senator!

Exactly.

(GAS HISSING)

(CAR ENGINE STALLING)

("NASTY LETTER" PLAYING)

♪ Somebody wrote me

♪ A nasty letter

♪ But they didn't

♪ Sign their name

♪ I think I know

♪ I know who wrote it

♪ Well, I recognize

♪ Recognize their hand

♪ It's getting warm

♪ Oh, so warm

♪ It's so warm

♪ On a winter's day

♪ I'm readin' a bad one

♪ Readin' a bad one

♪ All this pain

♪ Hopin' for the good

♪ It will never come

♪ I've been wrongly

♪ Wrongly accused

♪ I've been wrongly

♪ I've been wrongly

♪ I've been wrongly

♪ Wrongly accused ♪