Movement.
Two men.
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.
No one can track you through the water except a fish.
Sarah's headed off to nursing school next month.
She sewed that herself.
It's beautiful.
You sure this is a peacekeeping mission?
Normally there isn't any peace to start with.
This shit's awful calm.
- Not at these coordinates. - Yes, sir.
Go ahead and plot an alternate.
Yes, sir.
Command Post, Command Post, this is TS-129, over.
Sir, I have visual confirmation of TS-129's current position.
Mission accomplished, en route to extract site. Distance eight klicks. Over.
Command Post, Command Post, this is Viper.
I have friendly forces moving towards extraction point, over.
Heads up, our boys are coming through.
Viper, this is CP. Be advised,
possible hostile forces approaching TS-129 at their 12:00.
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.
Hit.
Command Post, this is Viper. Hostile threat down, over.
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.
- Packing up. - Shit!
Viper, be advised larger hostile forces approaching near sector Bravo.
Weren't supposed to be hostiles that close!
Crooked tree. 675, 30 miles an hour, three-mil lead.
Position to machine gun. 900, three-quarter value.
Fire when ready.
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!
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.
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.
Radio check. Do you read me?
- Okay, wrap it up. Let's go! - Do you read me?
- Pull out those tracks. - 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!
Donnie?
Donnie!
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.
Gunnery Sergeant Bob Lee Swagger.
USMC, retired.
He is the best there is.
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.
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.
Grows and shoots his own food.
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.
You sure, boy?
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. - 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.
Take your hand off your weapon.
Slowly.
So the gunnery sergeant doesn't have to bury you in the hill.
I don't carry a gun.
You know what that is?
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?
Something foolhardy. Kept some other boys alive.
Will you give me five minutes?
Yeah, your dog stays outside.
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- to10-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 amour. That means a headshot,
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.
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.
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.
1,760's a mile.
It's a far piece, Sam. Think the President ought to worry?
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?
Yeah.
This is Command Post. What's your status? Over.
Yeah, we're finishing up here on 6th.
Roger that. We copy. Checkpoint down, over.
Before you stands Independence Hall, the birthplace of the United States
and one of the most important buildings in American history.
Built in 1732...
Keep a visual eye on 72nd...
...both the Declaration of Independence and the U.S. Constitution
were debated and signed here.
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.
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.
- On the day... - Look...
Listen.
You're one of the few people who knows what to look for.
I could use a spotter.
Thank you, Philadelphia.
The President speaks in 20 minutes.
...before you on this stage...
Notify our teams. Check their positions.
...patriots met in Independence Hall and created a document,
the Declaration of Independence...
Sir?
...and a country, the United States of America,
that changed the world.
Philadelphia is our home. We are...
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. - Yes, I have a clear line of sight.
Copy that.
Post 18 clear, over.
Post 19, please report. What's your status?
All clear. There's really nothing going on here.
The Archbishop of Ethiopia...
The President will be awarding the Philadelphia Brotherhood Medal
to His Grace Desmond Mutumbo, the Archbishop of Ethiopia.
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.
These are great times.
These are historic times.
And these are troubled times, as well.
This medal that your country...
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.
...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.
Flashlight has arrived. I say again, Flashlight has arrived.
- If you just joined us... - Hi.
Officer Timmons, our local resource.
Bob Lee Swagger.
It is a real honor to meet you.
You're unsnapped, officer.
Shit. Oh, fuck.
Don't want to lose that now, do I?
Again, it's an honor.
...of our stewardship of this great...
- That our guy in the collar? - The Archbishop of Ethiopia.
He's getting a medal. Know it?
HOA. Horn of Africa. Yeah.
You know I worked there?
You know what they say about the first thing that you feel
when you shoot a civilian, right?
- Recoil of your rifle? - Right.
That's very original.
Thank you, Archbishop, for those inspiring words.
The President speaks next.
All teams stand by.
Agent Gibson, we read your fly-by. Situation all clear, over.
Agent James, all clear.
Now it gives me enormous pleasure...
- Got wind at three, full value. - ...to introduce to you
the President of the United States.
Make it four-and-a-half minutes of angle.
Three-mil hold, in case the wind dies.
He's loaded.
Altitude, humidity, temperature accounted for.
In the city that was the capital of...
We got to take him.
Ten seconds.
Wind matches his setup. Take him! Take him now!
Send in the ERT team. Take out the...
Shots fired! Shots fired!
Flashlight is down, Flashlight is down.
- What? Flashlight down? - I say again. Flashlight is down.
- The President has been shot. - There's mass confusion...
Has the President been shot?
Right at the church steeple.
How could you miss?
How could you fucking miss?
Thirty seconds, clear out. Chase him down.
He's bleeding. Kill him.
Command Post to Condor Two, load up, over.
Condor Two loading up.
Go, go, go, go, go!
Hurry up, guys. Come on.
Condor Two, this is Command Post. Stand by for update, over.
Standing by, over.
Command Post!
Command Post, this is Post 19.
You guys read me?
- Should I hold post? - Please.
Please help me. Please. They shot me.
- FBI. Put your hands up! - Please. Hey.
Save me.
What?
Give me the keys.
I didn't shoot the President. Timmons was a setup.
Help!
FBI! Took my weapon and my car.
Don't worry, I already shot him twice. You all right?
CP, 17, can you repeat possible suspect description?
Negative, no further at this time.
CP, this is 15. No activity at my location.
I am available to move if necessary.
Copy that.
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.
All Philly PD units be advised,
assassination suspect is fleeing in a stolen FBI vehicle.
He is going south on Front from Diamond.
This is Condor 2. We are transitioning from roadhouse to Front Street.
Please advise for further description of suspect vehicle.
Dispatch, 419, I'm heading south on Thompson.
Do we have a color, anything on the vehicle?
Assassination suspect's vehicle
is one government-issue black 2006 Ford Crown Vic.
Pennsylvania license number 7-3-1-7 James David Edward, over.
What was suspect's last known location? Over.
Last known is south on Front.
This is Agent James. Do we have multiple suspects or a single suspect?
Agent James, negative. No further information...
This is Agent Pittman. Car seen going high speed on Castor.
High speed on Castor. Be advised.
Timmons called it in?
Right on time, like he was supposed to.
- Before he shot him again. - Yeah, 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.
What is your location?
Suspect vehicle a black sedan, four-door...
All units be advised,
eyewitness reports suspect vehicle entering High-Tech Car Wash
on the northwest corner of Girard and 9th, over.
Command Post be advised,
this is Condor Two en route to suspect location, over.
Command Post, Condor Three copies. All en route.
- Yo, man! - Watch it, man!
Shit!
Command Post, Condors Two and Three moving to intercept, over.
Suspect vehicle collided with a truck under the 95.
He's at Market and Columbus.
Looks good. Vehicle is disabled. Repeat, vehicle disabled.
Take him down! Fire!
I got a Crown Vic. Black. Government plates.
Dead guy in the front seat?
I want the banks of this river lined for 30 miles, five minutes ago.
All right. Let's start the search downriver.
I'm here with Officer Timmons, who pursued the suspect on foot.
Officer, can you tell us what happened?
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.
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.
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.
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.
Can you believe this fucking guy?
There you go.
- Yes? - The raw feeds are in
from the networks.
...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.
Excuse me.
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?
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... - The FBI released a video letter...
- ...see a counselor. - ...threatening the life of the President...
Dr. Phil or something. Okay.
...signed and dated by Bob Lee Swagger just 10 days ago.
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.
- Get anything? - No.
Yeah, wait, wait. Where was this?
And? Yes?
She thinks it was him, but it was dark because the power was out in the store.
- What'd he buy? - Gotta be.
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.
One thing is...
...1790 to 1800.
One thing is...
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.
- Please. - Look, you should go.
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.
911, what's your emergency?
Hello?
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.
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.
How can it be three years ago when it seems like ten?
Mileage can be rough.
No one ever beats me in.
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.
- You want to see something? - Probably not.
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.
- I'm gonna talk to Timmons. - No, you're not.
Why? 'Cause they're gonna fire me if I do?
Timmons was killed by a mugger in an alley last night.
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.
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.
You ready for this?
I'm going to do all those Whip-It!'s and pass out.
Good luck, okay?
I need you to plan a presidential assassination.
That our guy in the collar?
Whose president?
I didn't say "execute".
He's getting a medal. Know it?
The Archbishop of Ethiopia.
You need to find the shooter.
No.
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?
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?
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.
Can I help you?
Hold still.
I 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.