All language subtitles for Shooter.S01E02.720p.1

BOB LEE: Previously on
"Shooter"...

What can I do for you,
Captain?

ISAAC: This was written
to the president,

states that in 21 days
he'll be executed.

I'm asking for your help.
Your country needs you, Bob Lee.

What did he want?
Nothing, baby.

She said he offered you a job.

Some sniper made a crazy
threat against the president.

President's visit means
they prioritize

potential threats
into three groups.

If someone seems off, send it
to me, and I'll pass it along.

Jack Payne, Bob Lee Swagger.
Payne's Counterterrorism.

BOB LEE: If he's hunting,
he's gonna wait for his shot,

and it'll be perfect.

ISAAC: I need
a complete work-up.

Distances, location
possibilities, everything.

BOB LEE: Knowing exactly where
the president will be standing

gives Solotov an advantage
that's almost unbeatable.

He knows the window
around the event,

and he knows the exact moment
to take the shot,

and he's gonna take
it from here.

JACK: It's Payne.
He's not here.

What?
I made a mistake!

[gunshot, screaming]

Hey, Swagger.

[gunshots]

[intense music]

Stay on the ground, now!
Hands behind your head!

My name is Bob Lee Swagger!
I did not kill the president!

[sirens blaring]

My wife, my daughter,
make sure they're safe.

Why would your wife and
daughter be in danger?

[grunts]
NADINE: Hey, talk to me.

President, not hit.
Repeat. The president, not hit.

NADINE: Then what happened?
BOSACK: He missed.

BOSACK: He killed
the Ukrainian president.

WOMAN: Tragedy has struck
with an attack

on the presidential convoy
in Seattle.

[men speaking
foreign languages]

WOMAN: Viktor Abromovich
has been killed

during an apparent attempt

on the life of
the U.S. president.

[men speaking
foreign languages]

WOMAN: We will bring you
more details

as we receive them.

*

MAN: Angel, ready for takeoff.

Wheels up as soon
as Flashlight is aboard.

[indistinct chatter]

WOMAN: Bravo Team to Angel,
Flashlight is...

MAN: We're deploying, sir.

MAN: East side is clear.

They got him.
Who?

The shooter.

Some guy named Bob Lee Swagger.

Crazy bastard jumped out
of a window to avoid being shot.

He lived?

Yeah, unbelievable, right?

They're taking him to USW.

You said Swagger?
I served with that guy.

He's a Marine sniper.
I better get over there.

Clear the room.
MAN: Yes, sir.

HOWARD: You too, Doctor.

Now...
I want my lawyer.

And I wanted tickets
to "Hamilton" for Christmas.

His name is Sam Vincent.

This is FBI
Special Agent-in-Charge,

Howard Utey, Seattle office,
conducting an interview

with Bob Lee Swagger
in the USW Medical Center,

date and time stamped
on this recording.

Mr. Swagger,
were you acting alone

when you tried to assassinate

the president
of the United States?

[electronic beep,
door clicks]

My name is John Dominguez,
Mrs. Swagger.

I'm the Assistant
Special Agent-in-Charge.

I've been here six hours.

I want to talk to my daughter.

She's staying with my sister,
Anna Wallingford.

Please get her on the phone.

Did you husband ever
give you any indication

that he was gonna assassinate
the president?

No, because he didn't do it.

This is insane.

I came to you, remember?

Now, I want to speak
with my daughter.

You want to help your family?

Someone get her
some fresh clothes.

Answer my question.

Give me the sister's
phone number.

If you don't answer it, then
we'll start with obstruction

and end with Mary having
both parents in prison,

not just one.

Did your husband ever
give you any indication

that he was gonna attempt the
assassination of the president?

I heard the president
wasn't hit.

The Ukrainian president was.

Well, that's how you know
it wasn't my husband.

Bob Lee Swagger doesn't miss.

[electronic beep,
door clicks]

It's your daughter.

Mary?

MARY: Hi, Mommy.
Hi, hi, sweetheart.

Hold on.
Can I have a moment, please?

NADINE: Yeah, of course.
MARY: Why aren't you home?

What the hell do you think
you're doing, Memphis?

I know that look, sir.
My mother had it.

Her husband was a Marine.

She's used to being
a single parent.

The most important thing
to a single parent, her kid.

Letting her talk to her kid
was an act of trust.

If she's gonna say anything,
she'll say it now.

Bringing in Swagger
may have bought you some rope.

Just make sure you don't hang
yourself with it.

Get in there
and get her talking.

Okay, Mr. Utey,
you've had your moment.

Time to respect
the Constitution again.

Sam Vincent.
I represent Mr. Swagger.

I'll look forward to receiving

a copy of that recording
from your office.

I hope you like
the sound of my voice,

'cause your client
didn't say a word.

That's because
he's very smart.

Now start at the beginning

and don't leave out any detail.

They could be hiding recording
devices anywhere in this room.

Wouldn't matter anyway.

None of it'd be admissible.

I'm not worried about a trial.

I'm not gonna make it that far.

They read you your rights?

Twice.

I'm sorry about dragging
you into this, Sam.

I'm in deep shit.

You didn't drag me
into anything.

Your daddy would crawl out
of his grave and hunt me down

if I didn't come.

Mary is with
your sister-in-law,

and Julie's at the FBI.

They haven't charged her
with anything, but, my guess,

she won't be taking
any vacations soon.

SAM: She won't be
going home either.

They emptied out your house

and moved its contents
to a federal warehouse--

your whole research
on how to take the shot,

locations,
trajectories,

photos.

News reports
are indicating the Feds

have security footage
of you two weeks ago

scouting the shot.

And they're already
issuing warrants

to check
private security cameras.

Finally, there's
the matter of your weapons.

Seven long rifles,
semiautomatic,

bolt action,
handguns,

thousands of rounds of ammo,

powder,
copper,

and, of course,
the murder weapon.

[intense music]

*

Forensics recovered the slug
about 30 minutes ago.

The evidence is compelling.

[sighs]

I'd say for a guy
who spent his entire life

learning to be invisible,

you certainly left
a lot of crumbs.

Hell, you left
the whole damn cake.

Does that sound like me?

All right, what's next?

Because your injuries
are not life-threatening,

you're being moved
to a federal penitentiary.

Jesus.

Now, I've arranged
for protective custody

until your arraignment.

Anything you can tell me

that would be helpful?

*

WOMAN: Disgraced Marine sniper
Bob Lee Swagger

arrived in federal prison today

where he faces
a litany of charges,

including the assassination...

[indistinct chatter]

Yo, there he is!

[indistinct yelling]

[shouting]

[intense music]

*

[laughter]

[grunts]

[peaceful music]

*

[music intensifies]

*

Your country needs you,
Bob Lee.

*

[dramatic music]

*

[gunshots]

God damn it!

This shit is rigged.

Isaac.

[laughs]

You want a game?

Hey.

Swagger survived
a three-story fall.

No one could've predicted that.

Sloppy.

You wanted Payne on the job.
I didn't.

Payne is a pit bull.
You've got the leash.

Don't play victim.
It doesn't suit you.

When are you going back
to Russia?

Jet's waiting.

Air travel is still
restricted.

We're wheels up
when I get on the plane.

The advantage of working
for the Company.

He'll talk eventually.

Time has a way of playing
with a man's mind,

especially when he's locked up.

Trust me.
I know.

You don't know Swagger.

You set him up,
framed him for a murder,

and tried to kill him.

Don't give me
this semper fi shit, okay?

It's not about loyalty.

It's about strategy.

He knows
his family's exposed.

They're gonna arraign him
on Monday.

He's in protective custody
in a federal prison.

Emphasis on federal.

Do svidaniya.

Any issues?

Zero.

Paperwork was all in order.

No one suspected a thing.

Swagger has to be taken out
of protective custody

and put in general population.

He's the most well-known
inmate in the world.

I can't just magically move him.

Here, plant this
on the HVAC system.

Turn it on.
It'll do the rest.

What's it do?
It's magic, asshole.

[bells chime]

WOMAN: Attention, attention,

please clear the area
immediately.

Carbon monoxide leak.
You got to go.

Go where?

It's only temporary until
they clean out the gas.

Raines will take you
to area D.

No smoking, no gambling,
no working out,

no fighting in any form,
no gang-related activities,

no drugs,
no sex,

no visitors
except your lawyer,

no phone calls till
after your arraignment.

Now, the warden says that
we have to treat you special,

but I have
my own version of special.

[door buzzes]

[grunts]

[indistinct chatter]

MAN: I don't know, man.

[ominous music]

Good luck, shooter.

Hey, T,
who's the fresh meat?

I don't know.

WOMAN: There he is.
There he is.

Officer Timmons,
Officer Timmons,

can you tell us anything
about Bob Lee Swagger?

How did you know he would be
in that hotel room?

Uh, I been on the job
for a while.

You learn to trust your gut.

How did you know he was there?

I was getting coffee
when I saw him,

and there was something
about him--

just felt off,

so I followed him
just to make sure.

As soon as I heard the shot,
I kicked the door in.

Please shut the hell up.

And I just trusted
my instinct.

[intense music]

*

[door buzzes]

*

Well, this is gonna be easy.

What'd you say, Sam Crow?

[all yelling]

[grunting]

MAN: Get him! Get him!
Get him!

[all yelling]

[whistles]

This man is under
my protection.

I don't need your help!

Oh, I'm sure you don't,

but no matter how many
of them you fight,

the guards will not put you
in the hospital,

not when there's a price
on your head.

One of the guards
will most certainly share in.

Right, girls?
Off you go.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm Alexander Prosovich.

You may call me Alex,
and you are Bob Lee Swagger.

Hmm.

[speaking Russian]

I've taken the liberty to have
your things moved to my cell.

I'm not looking to recruit you,

although you'd be very welcome.

I only wish to thank you.

Thank me?

For your bullet.

You did something
that my Russian brethren

dreamed of for years.

To us, you are a hero.

So, uh...come.

To the hero go
the spoils, right?

Or at least some
very good contraband.

Seems like an odd place
to meet.

Let me see your .45.

Appears to be working
just fine.

Is that about how far you were
from Bob Lee?

He was moving, man.
He was already running.

And you didn't get cocky?

Maybe say his name so he could
make sure it was you?

You weren't there.

No. I'm here.

Move it a foot and shoot again.

I'm out of bullets.

I planned it
down to the second.

All you had to do
was shoot him.

I know you've killed men 'cause
you brag about it all the time.

Shit happens.

Not on my watch.

Shoot again.

I told you
I'm out of bullets.

[snaps]

You may draw your check
from someone else,

but you work for me.

Are we clear?

Shoot again.

WOMAN: Mrs. Swagger!
MAN: Excuse me!

WOMAN: Why did your husband
take a shot at the president?

[all shouting at once]

MAN: Can you tell us
why your husband

might have done this,
Mrs. Swagger?

WOMAN: Are you aware
of the charges...

WOMAN: Mrs. Swagger, is
your husband an angry person?

MAN: All right, get back!

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, my sweet girl.
I am so sorry.

They've been out there
for over an hour.

They were waiting
like vultures.

Sam, thank you
for bringing her.

Of course.

Thank you so much
for everything.

You don't have to thank me.
Family first always.

Speaking of which,
there's someone inside

who can't wait to see you.

Mama!
Mouse!

God, I missed you.

Mwah! Mwah.
Hi.

Where's Daddy?

Daddy is on a mission,
sweetheart.

Why are all the people here?

Well, even though Daddy's
missions are top secret,

those folks want
to find out about them.

We never talk about Daddy's
missions with strangers.

Never. Mwah!

Now, what have
you been doing without me?

I've been making cookies
with Aunt Anne and Uncle Jim.

Mmm.
Mm-hmm.

We haven't had any TV on,
and the backyard's empty.

Thank you so much, Jim.

I appreciate it.

Sorry about all of this.

All right, kiddo.

Let's make sure the
next batch doesn't burn, huh?

I'm gonna have
to head back to the office.

What is it?

They're saying Bob Lee
wrote an email,

something about wanting the
Medal of Honor like his father.

Says he's mad about it.

That's crazy.

Bob Lee doesn't care
about medals.

Look, I should go out there and
say something and defend him.

I know you're feeling
very powerless,

but whoever's pulling
the strings is not.

They're smart,
and they're deadly.

This is complicated on levels
we are not prepared for.

Bob Lee is gonna figure
this out,

and we're gonna help him,

but you need to stay
out of the crosshairs

until he does.

How the hell
did you miss it?

Sir, we spoke about Swagger.

I told you his record
was sterling,

and I had no idea why
he was with the Charlies.

You didn't say
the deadliest sniper

in the history of
the Marine Corps

sent an email to the president
demanding a Medal of Honor.

That's because
it wasn't there.

Are you saying that someone
placed it in his file

after you cleared it?

Or, to put it another way,
maybe there's more likely

a government conspiracy than you
doing your job half-assed.

The Bureau appreciates
your work,

but you'd better get used
to your desk,

'cause you're gonna
be there for a while.

I'm the only one
Julie Swagger trusts.

I'll find
another female agent.

Dismissed, Memphis.

[Russian hip-hop music]

They don't mind you
having a knife in here?

Of course they mind,

but as long as
I don't stick it into anyone,

and keep paying them off,

they'll overlook it.

Cherkisovkaja?
Help yourself.

No, I'm good.

If you ever get out of here,

you should go to Horlivka.

You'll have a lot
of friends there,

Russian friends.

The man you killed,
Abromovich,

not a good man.

Who's gonna replace him?

A leader of Parliament
till next election,

but he's reasonable.

He's smart and fair.

He's very likely
to be their next president.

Very good for us.

I like you, Bob Lee.
You don't speak much.

Very refreshing.

Hold on a second.

What do you need?

A drink, a smoke?

Jesus.

Maybe something stronger.

Benzos, pot, coke?

What the hell did you do
on the outside?

I did what was asked of me.

You want to call your wife?

Can they trace this?

Nah, but don't read her
"Crime and Punishment."

[intense music]

[line ringing]

Hi, honey.

Either we talk,
or I will.

Why?

How long did we serve together?

Almost three years.

And how'd you explain
that away,

our friendship?

I didn't explain it.

I reported it.

And I didn't characterize
our relationship as...

friendly.

You know how many missions
we ran together?

53.

53 times, I went outside the
wire thinking you had my six,

and now this.

I never should have saved
your ass in Musa Qala.

That's not how I remember it.

As I recall, you disobeyed
a direct order.

And yet, here you stand.

So who did it?

Who took the shot?

I'm guessing
it wasn't Solotov.

You took the shot, Bob Lee.

Everyone knows that.

Same old Captain Johnson,

still compartmentalizing.
[scoffs]

Pretty soon, all those spaces
in your head are gonna fill up,

and then what?

Where are you gonna put all
the bad shit you've done?

You've never understood
the burden of leadership.

You may have killed
a lot of men,

but you've never ordered
one to battle

knowing he would die.

You framed me for murder.

Stop acting like
you're Chesty Puller.

What am I doing here?

Who are you working for?

I thought you wanted to talk.
I guess I was wrong.

'Cause they'll kill my family!

You know I'm right!

I can handle whatever's
coming my way,

but they don't deserve it.

My daughter saw you, man,
when you came to my house!

She saw you!

She's only six years old.

You don't go
to all this trouble

and leave loose ends.

You know I'm right.

There's only one thing
I can do to protect them.

I'll confess.

What'd you say?

I'll confess to trying
to kill the president.

I won't grant any interviews.
I won't write a book.

I'll fade away...

but there's a price.

My wife and daughter
are left alone...

forever!

Tell whoever you're working for
I'm ready to deal.

The sooner you confess...

the better...

for everyone.

Put these in too.

That's a lot of dollies
you have.

This one is for Lily.
Okay.

And this one is for me.

And this is an extra
if anybody else wants to play.

[laughing]
Okay.

[phone buzzing]
Hold on.

Oh.
Hi, Sue.

Mary's very excited to--

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

What is it, Mommy?

I know these things
can sneak up on you, so...

I hope she feels better.

Okay.
Let me know.

[sighs] I'm sorry, Mouse.
That was Lily's mom.

Lily's not feeling well,
so she has to cancel.

But our picnic...
I know you're bummed,

but how about instead we have
a Mama and Mouse day?

Yeah!

That will be even better
than just a picnic.

Jules, there's someone here
to see you--

FBI Agent Memphis.

Sorry to do this
so cloak-and-dagger.

I came through the back door
to avoid--

Do I need my lawyer?

I'm here in
a nonofficial capacity.

Did your husband ever talk
to you about wanting medals?

My husband respected
the Medal of Honor.

His father received it.

No Marine
would ever demand it.

You're asking
the wrong question.

What's the right question?

Where was the email
sent from?

Well, the IP address was
traced to the Harbor library.

[chuckles] Bob Lee's never
stepped foot in that place.

I doubt he even knows
where it is.

You read the email.

They bragged
about his kill count,

and they used
the public number.

His number's actually
much higher.

Someone else wrote
that email.

You seem pretty sure.

And you snuck
into my sister's house

to ask me a question

you know I'm gonna have
to answer officially.

You don't think he did it.

Right.

Have you been over
the evidence from our house?

I've seen the report.
Why?

It occurs to me that
if Bob Lee had a visitor,

let's say an old friend
he hadn't seen in a long time,

they would've left a way
for him to get ahold of them.

I have a date
with my daughter.

You can let yourself
out the front door.

I have nothing to hide.

[indistinct chatter]

You're wasting your time,
my friend.

You will not escape.

I know the look.

It's not my first time
in prison.

I can't stay here forever.

After the arraignment,
they'll move me.

Ah, Pavlo Tenney, rapist.

This is the third time
they've caught him.

He blinded the girl
so she couldn't identify him.

So how'd they catch him?

Lots of muscle,
not very smart.

The girl's fiancé
lived long enough to ID.

You have any family?

Yeah.

My wife, two mistresses,
a mother.

Yeah.

How do you keep them safe
while you're in here?

We come from different worlds,
my friend.

No one will touch my family.

It would be
like touching plutonium.

[chuckles]

You asking for yourself?

I would've assumed
you had a plan.

Not for this.

Sanya.

Spasiba.
Give me your hand.

Memorize this number,

then wash it off.

If your family
ever needs help,

end-of-the-world sort of help,

call this number
and ask for Casper.

Tell whoever answers you're
a friend of Alexander Prosovich.

There will be a cost,
possibly a great one,

but I can guarantee
that your family will be safe.

[dramatic music]

*

It might be a shit station,
but the vodka's good.

Thank God for small favors.
[clears throat]

The shooter still lives.

It's being handled.

I don't like the unknown.

Then get out
of the espionage business.

[chuckles]

I met with Putin
in an office like this.

He understood
the value...

of trust.

Now, do I need to call him?

Great.

Then we're in business,

and the new president can
proceed with nationalization

in a matter of weeks, no?

When Swagger is
in the ground.

Really?
Huh.

How's the reporter lady?

She in a hole around here?

Perhaps we dig a hole
for you, Mr. Meachum.

[chuckles]

Grigory, we're friends.
Call me Hugh.

Now, look...

I don't like threats,

and I don't like
to renegotiate

after I've already
delivered services.

I'll deal with Swagger.

It's handled.

You know, that Medal of Honor
email was unnecessary and risky.

I always appreciate
constructive criticism.

[chuckles]
Tell me, is Swagger dead?

ISAAC:
No, even better.

He's gonna confess.

He wants air cover
for his family.

Once he confesses,
there'll be no questions.

It won't matter if he tries
to back out later.

He'll just look crazy.

Either way,
no one will be looking at us.

Well done, Isaac.

I'm getting on a plane.
I'll call you tomorrow.

[phone buzzing]
Yeah?

HUGH: Finish whoever you're
doing. We need to talk.

That's fine.
I can talk.

HUGH: Is your man ready?

He is.
100%.

I need Swagger dead...

now.

[indistinct chatter]

Sir, here you go.
Thank you.

MAN: Yeah?
MAN: Do you have a second?

MAN: I'll be
right with you.

[indistinct chatter]

Agent Johnson,
can I have a word?

Are you here for the briefing?

I'm gonna be here a lot
until this thing wraps up.

I hear that might be soon.

So you got him to confess.
I mean, does his wife know?

You've been in contact
with her?

I tried to pull the security
footage from the library.

It was already erased.

They have limited storage.
It's a local library.

You think you're the only one

who thought Bob Lee
didn't do it?

He was a good Marine.

I had a lot
of respect for him.

Maybe he had me fooled too.

Well...

the wife thinks
someone's pulling the strings,

wants me to go over the evidence
report from their house,

thinks I'm gonna find
someone's phone number.

Mm.
Have you done it?

Not yet,
but this whole thing seems off.

Voydian tries to get me intel
on the Russians' raid in Ukraine

and now the Ukrainian
president is dead?

I mean, there has
to be a connection.

The other version is,
a Marine sniper

with the ability and motive
tried to assassinate

the president
of the United States and missed,

and now he's
gonna confess to it.

Agent Memphis,
do yourself a favor,

take your emotion out of it.

Last time you went
with your gut,

it almost cost you
your career.

Bang.

Ah, there's America's
greatest achievement--

getting their boys
hooked on fake war.

"Call of Duty," my ass.

Knock-knock, assholes.
What is this?

You don't get
to ask any questions, Trotsky.

Up against the wall, come on!

Okay.
Come on!

You two in love yet?
Hmm?

ALEXI: Mr. Raines, we have
a long-standing deal

which you have profited from--
Shut up, old man.

This ain't Moscow.
The only rights you have

are what I grant you,
understand?

Mm-hmm.
You got that?

Found it.
Surprise, surprise, hmm?

Well, look at that.

If you guys are looking
for strap-ons,

I think it's two cells down.

[grunts]

Try that again, Swagger,
please.

Come on.

Don't use the shitter.
I clogged it this morning.

Nothing in this place
ever works.

Hey!

Sweet dreams, huh?

Move it. Let's go.

Come on.
You want some of that?

You ever play these things?

So realistic.
No, man.

Those games are always
too hard for me.

You want me to take rounds?
Sure.

Knock yourself out.

[muttering]
Come on.

Damn it.

We split the bounty.
Good.

Feel free to get messy,
but it needs to happen fast.

[intense music]

*

[lock clicks, door rattles]

New cellmate.

Have fun.

[knife whipping]

Ah!

[grunting]

[grunts]
Ah!

No!

[grunts]

You done yet?

Ahh!

Who sent you?

Get it over with.

I want an exit.

I'm gonna keep cutting pieces

until you tell me
what I need to know.

Ahh!

[gunfire]

What was all that screaming?

Swagger finally start crying?

[electronic beep,
door buzzes]

[intense music]

*

[grunts]

[doorbell rings]

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

My name is Bob Lee Swagger.

I served with your son.

I know who you are.

I apologize for this,

and you are welcome
to call the police,

but I need your help.

He was gonna confess.
We had a deal.

We had a bad deal.

If he's dead,
the story dies with him.

I mean, what the hell
does it matter?

You were fine with killing him
the first time.

Because killing him at the
assassination was logical.

Killing him in a damn
federal prison was not.

Dead is dead.
This works to our advantage.

He killed an inmate
and prison guard.

One of yours, I assume?

Dead prison guard
means any cop

who sees Swagger
will shoot on sight.

I think he's
figured it out.

He knows we we were
targeting the Ukrainian.

So what?

He only knows you and Payne,

and you two
don't add up to shit.

No offense.
None taken.

Look, you need
to get near the wife.

I think you're making
too many mistakes.

We all make mistakes,
even the brilliant...

Isaac Johnson.

How the hell
did you get this?

If anyone knows
where Swagger will go,

it'll be his wife.

Get her to talk.

Unless you want me
to send Payne.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, you don't need to worry.

The backyard's fenced.
I'm sorry.

I needed help, and I just didn't
have anybody else to turn to.

That you are here is a great
kindness to my son's memory.

You still trust him,

and he would still trust you.

Yes, ma'am.

I raised him right,

to judge a man
by his actions,

not what others
say about him.

I didn't do what
they said I did.

I was foolish.

I let myself believe I was
the only one that could help.

Well, the devil comes
in many forms,

including pride.

I appreciate...

you remembering
my Donny every year.

He was a good friend...

and a good Marine,
for what it's worth.

It's worth everything.

And he said the same of you.

[grunts]

I need to move
the car out front.

It's gonna draw attention.

I already moved it.

Parked it down the street.

I can't have my neighbors

seeing some strange car
parked in the drive,

coming over asking
all kinds of questions like,

do I have a new boyfriend?

[laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

[eerie music]

Whee.

HOWARD: You wanted back in,
go do your job.

Sure you don't want
another female agent?

Just take yes
for an answer, Nadine.

*

MARY: [murmurs indistinctly]

She seems
completely unaffected.

We're very close.

She's used to her
father coming and going.

Hey.

I could've fought the email,
but a confession?

He's making a pretty convincing
case of his guilt.

He would only do that
to protect us.

Then why run?

If you have any idea
where he is,

then please tell me
so I can bring him in unharmed.

If I knew, I would.

You guys have been
around me constantly.

I haven't talked
to my husband since it happened.

I think I got something--
credit card receipts.

He sent flowers every year
on the same day--June 10th.

What's June 10th?
My mother's birthday.

Where does your mother live?

Find out who lives
at this address.

Get everyone.
Let's go, now!

[dramatic music]

WOMAN: Uh, can we get
that K-9 unit, K-9 unit,

uh, back out...

We're leaving
the residence now.

We got a line on Swagger.

Go get geared up!

Where you headed?
I think we got him.

He sent flowers every year
to the mom of his dead spotter.

Donny Fenn.
I know the family.

Howard,
this man has been trained

in virtually every field
of recon.

He hears a helicopter,
sees a federal car, he's gone.

My team is in the field.

They can recon him, identify,

send up the flare.

Your team can make
the arrest.

Mrs. Fenn, I can't.

I paid off the house.
I gave some to the church.

And this is what's left
of his death benefit.

No, ma'am.
Take it.

Donny would never forgive me
if I didn't.

[vehicle approaching]

Same car has passed
three times.

They know I'm here.

How long do we have?
Five minutes, maybe.

Go out the back.

In the garage
is Donny's motorcycle

and his field box.

I'll keep them away
as long as I can.

All right, tell them--
tell them I forced you.

Tell them I had a gun.

[intense music]

As soon as we ID him,
we'll call in the cavalry.

Nobody contact the FBI
until I'm sure he's there.

*

[doorbell rings]

Mrs. Fenn.

Yes.

My name is Isaac Johnson.
I served with your son.

I'm looking
for Bob Lee Swagger.

Who?

[metal can clangs]

Sh--

Wait, you can't
just go back there!

*

[engine turning over, revving]

[woman humming melodically]

[phone buzzing]

Yes.

BOB LEE:
Hey, babe.

G--

You have no idea how long
I've waited to hear your voice.

BOB LEE: I'm sorry, Julie,
for all of it.

No, don't you dare.

None of this is your fault,
not even a little.

How's my kitten-mouse?

Good.

She misses her papa.

BOB LEE:
I miss her too.

They treating you okay?

Yeah, they're, uh, doing
their job, I suppose.

Sweetie, you just got
to live your life.

JULIE: That's gonna be hard
with the circus in town.

I wish you were here.

*

Probably pretty crowded
about now, I'm guessing.

I better go.

Bob Lee, what are you...

what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna do what I do best.

I'm gonna hunt.

CHOIR: * No more