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 lV,
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.
91 1, what's your emergency?
Hello?
This is 91 1. 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-lt!'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.
I'm better I better get to it.
They're never gonna stop chasing you.
Never
They're never gonna stop looking.
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.
-Swagger? -Hey.
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 have...
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.
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.
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.
-And what is this? -A VlN number
Seems no one goes through the trouble to change them anymore.
And you're going to sit real still until I'm long gone.
See the guy in the Eagles jacket?
Excuse me, sir Can I see some lD, please?
Sir, I'm going to need you to take off your hat
and show me some lD.
I'm not gonna ask you again.
Take your hat off, asshole!
Get on the ground! Get your ass on the ground!
Hey, how's it going?
Hey, John.
-Hey, Ed? -Yeah.
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.
The ASAC's job comes with Delta clearance.
-Thank you. -Go.
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 WiFi.
But this, this is a Delta-level clearance request
out of the FBl 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 FBl.
Nicholas Memphis.
...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?
Memphis!
For a man who didn't know much,
you sure took a long, painful time to tell it.
Get him some water
Good.
Got to pee yet?
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!
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.
Russo. Russo!
Davis, get out here!
What is the goddamn hold-up?
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?
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.
You're trying to tell me a rookie FBl agent
overpowered and killed the three of them?
No.
They were shot from a distance of about 200 yards.
With a.22.
-Swagger's alive. -Yes.
And that young kid,
FBl 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.
We've given Swagger a new war,
he's found a new spotter
This is about to get worse.
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?
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.
-You mind your manners. -All right.
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.
FBl 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 1 5 years ago. Don't figure it's moved since then.
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 lraq,
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?
Hey, it's me, Nick.
Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?
-Yeah. -Are you okay? Nick, where are you?
It's better I don't tell you.
Look, do you have a pen?
I need you to find someone. Mikhaylo Sczerbiak.
-Yeah. -You got it?
I got it.
Man, this is hard to spell.
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.
-How's that? -We're going to help him.
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.
-Hey, it's Nick. Did you find him? -He's in Virginia.
An end we thought was tied up
came untied.
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
Hello?
Someone there?
Now look.
Look what you've done now.
Give me that.
I don't want you to hurt yourself. Okay?
Where's your boyfriend?
What if it's a trap?
Oh, it's a trap.
Guaranteed. Every time.
Question is, for whom?
-You got your list, right? -Yep.
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 1 5-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.
No. No.
It's just you and me, baby.
No!