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BOB LEE:
Previously on "Shooter"...

I never should have
saved your ass in Musa Qala.

As I recall,
you disobeyed a direct order.

FBI, everybody down!

Dmitri!
Homeland, we got here first.

That's six months of work
you're loading into that van.

I think we got him.
He sent flowers every year

to the mom of his dead spotter.

In the garage is Donny's
motorcycle and his field box.

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

You can't just go back there!

AGENT BOSACK: We found Swagger.

ISAAC: He was at Mount Baker
less than an hour ago.

Get your men and get out there.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

That's a titanium hip.
There's a serial number on here

that should match Bob Lee's.

Congratulations.
We got him.

JACK: How do we know he's dead?

Because I did my job well,
Payne.

Do you remember the story Daddy
told you about Musa Qala?

[whispering]
Daddy had to be a ghost.

[exhales]

[car horn honks]

[indistinct chatter]

[exhales sharply]
Good Lord, it's hot out here.

We need to move this war,
Bob Lee.

Yeah, buddy.

MAN: This is Raider Six Seven,
Raider Six Seven.

Cowboy Alpha, posting village
to Delta, over.

[trucks rumble]

[tense music]

*

DONNY: Raider One Three Actual,
this is Raider One Three Bravo,

We have eyes
on the supply convoy.

Town is clear at this time.
Continuing to observe, over.

Roger that, One Three Bravo.

You watch over them
and I'll watch over you.

Stay safe and keep me advised.

Actual, out.

Rahim,

you certain
that this town is friendly?

Nothing is certain in
Afghanistan, Captain Johnson.

No shit.

[indistinct chatter]

Still clear.

*

Man, something doesn't
feel right.

DONNY: Ah, shit.

Now I owe Perkins ten bucks.

I figured we'd be out here
at least an hour

before you start talking
about your damn feelings.

[chuckles softly]

BOB LEE: I got a peeker.

Top window, my 2:00,
behind a brown curtain.

Cell phone?

BOB LEE: Can't tell.
He dipped back in the dark.

Does not bode well.

All right,
I range that window at 320.

There's a little wind
down there.

Got a vehicle approaching
from the south.

Hauling ass, headed towards
One Three Bravo's FFP.

One Three Bravo, you got
a truckload of hostiles

heading in the direction
of your FFP,

coming straight from the south.

Acknowledge, over.

What you wanna do, boss?

We're not moving.

Your man must move
or he will die.

You've been compromised,
abort the mission now, over.

*

Bob Lee, I know you hear me,
goddamn it.

Abort, over.

Bob Lee...

There are 12 marines
in that convoy.

Disregard the radio

and get ready for a gunfight.

I'll join you when I can.

Maybe the next mission
will be boring.

Don't take too long.

*

[man speaking indistinctly]

Cowboy Alpha approaching
checkpoint Charlie, over.

*

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

[heartbeat thumping]

*

[distant]
Any day now, Bob Lee.

[gunfire]

[heart beating slowly]

[gunshot]

[man chattering indistinctly]

Zero casualties
or loss of life, over.

*

[gunfire]

[grunts]

[exciting dramatic music]

*

Move in.

Move.

Care package, ladies.

Courtesy of Mama Fenn.

Mama send your Joe-Joe's?

Oh, God, making fun of me
about my Joe-Joe's, man.

Y'all should have seen him
out there

shaking like a little sissy.

"Oh, my God, there's
a shitload of guys coming.

What the hell are we doing,
Donny?"

Luckily, I held it down,
kept him safe

long enough for him
to get a shot off.

Is there a stronger word
than "hero," fellas?

This coming from a guy
with a chest full of medals.

You got room for one more,
Nailer?

I'm just glad I got him
before he got the convoy.

What's going on, fellas?

At ease.

Doing a little after-action
review of the mission?

No, sir.
I was just telling the guys

how we lost comms with you

when our radio malfunctioned
out there.

Right.

I'm actually relieved
to hear that

'cause I was worried
that two of my marines

disobeyed a direct order
to abort the mission.

I'm glad that wasn't the case.

So who didn't
maintain radio properly?

Was it you, Fenn?

It was my fault, sir.

I forgot to clean it
before we headed out.

Mm, I'll tell you what,

why don't you
go on over to commo

and clean the team radios
tonight.

I'd hate to have
another radio malfunction

during the next mission.

Somebody could get killed.

Sir.

Well, damn, that's the thanks
you get for saving the convoy?

[exhales]
Guess so.

[dramatic music]

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Agent Memphis, hey.

Matt Simms, Homeland.

We--we, uh--we met.

Yeah, the night
you took Voydian.

Yeah, yeah, sorry about that,
ma'am.

Orders.
You understand.

You can cut the "ma'am" shit.

I've been a special agent
for six years.

Look, I need to speak
to Voydian.

Yeah, I thought this might be
about Dmitri Voydian.

He's not gonna be
of any use to you.

Why?

Ugh, what did you,
cut him a deal?

Grant him immunity?
No, no, Voydian's dead.

[sighs]
Our intel shows him murdered

by the Russian
Foreign Intelligence Service.

Wait, SVR?

No way, this is too messy,

and to leave him
out in the open like this.

This is a message.

Well, maybe it was
and maybe it wasn't.

Either way, it's over now.

Wait.
Um...

Did Voydian have
any connection at all

to Bob Lee Swagger?
[laughs]

What the hell are
you talking about?

Swagger was the lone gunman.

He squeezed the trigger,
but I think other people

might have been
pulling his strings.

Huh.

Does your boss have you
looking into that?

Just something I'm trying
to connect the dots on.

You gonna answer my question?

Well, I haven't
seen any evidence

suggesting a connection between
Voydian and Swagger, but...

well, stranger things
have been true.

Let's start over.

You show me
how they might be connected,

and I'll give you
any Homeland intel

that backs you up.

[soft tense music]

*

You here to chew me out
for real now?

[scoffs]
Think that'd help?

Nah, what I wanna know is:

Did you really think
it was smart of you

to disobey me out there?

I think the bad guys are dead

and I'm sitting here
with you now.

How long was that shot you took?

320.

Wind?

West, about seven knots.

You aim at the grenade?

Just the tip.
[chuckles]

Hmm.

So in short,
that was one hell of a shot.

That it was.

You think the enemy
feels the same?

I don't really give a shit
what the enemy thinks.

Well, I do.

In fact, that's almost
all I think about,

and now they know that the great
Bob the Nailer is here,

at this forward operating base.

You know how much
your bounty's up to?

Last I heard, 600,000.

You keep getting spotted
on your infil,

pretty soon the Navy chaplain's
gonna be talking to Julie.

We weren't spotted, Captain.

Those guys weren't on patrol,
Bob Lee.

They were coming
right after you.

We all saw it.

Respectfully disagree.

Either way, I wasn't gonna let
the convo get popped

to save my own ass.

Right.

Well, this is my opinion

as your commander
and as your friend,

you gotta think big picture.

And before you come back
with some smart ass comment,

remember this:

It's a hell of a lot easier

to replace some truck driver

than it is the top sniper
in the Marine Corps.

Slash radio cleaner.

[chuckles softly]

There's a lot more to this war

than what you see
through your rifle scope.

[soft dramatic music]

*

[grunts]

Oh...

make sure you share that
with Donny.

He saved your ass today.

*

[grunts]

JULIE: Bob Lee was a believer.

He believed in his family
and his friends.

He believed in the men
who fought bravely beside him.

He believed in honor

and loyalty and truth.

So whatever the world

wants to think
or believe,

we know they're not talking
about the man we love.

Each of us has had the privilege

of sharing a part of our lives

with Bob Lee.

We know what it feels like

to have him watching over us,

protecting us

because that's who he was.

He couldn't help it,

and I take great comfort
in that.

I know this is hard,

but Bob Lee is with my Donny
right now in heaven.

[emotionally]
Yes.

[muffled indistinct chatter]

Oh, my God.

It was a good idea
not to bring Mary.

How--how long can they
keep this up?

He's dead now.
They'll move on eventually.

Jim.

That came out the wrong way.
I'm sorry.

No, it's okay.
You're right.

I'm sure that Mary and I
can get back to our house

now that Bob Lee's gone.

You guys stay here.

I'm gonna try to appeal
to their human side.

Maybe they'll go away.

We'll take care of it.

[cameras clicking]
JIM: Hey, assholes.

[indistinct shouting]

This could get interesting.

What's a matter?

You still think he's not dead?

There's lots of parts, no body.

It's not even 10:00 a.m.

What are you, my sponsor?

DNA checked out.

The serial number
on the hip checked out.

If he faked it, it was smart.

Either way, doesn't matter.

He's dead
as far as the Russians know.

Well, wh--why are we here?

[clicks tongue]

ISAAC: Oh, you can
leave it alone.

Bob Lee's wife isn't gonna talk.

I agree.

I'm not talking about the wife.

70-year-old mothers of dead
marines have nothing to lose.

Jesus, Donny's mom
isn't gonna be a problem.

Don't personalize it, Isaac.

She's not Donny's mom.

She's a broken window.

We're trying to avert a war.

Get focused.

Hugh...

you really can't
expect me to do this.

I served with her son, man.

You served with Swagger too.

If you don't wanna do it...

let's get Payne.

*

He's handling something today.

Great.

That leaves you.

ISAAC: All right, listen up.

Intel has confirmed
that Mullah Abdul,

commander of all Taliban forces
in Helmand Province,

is holed up
in the village of Musa Qala.

[tense music]

Here's his latest video,

uploaded about a week ago.

MULLAH ABDUL:
[speaking native language]

ISAAC: He beheaded
several doctors from the U.N.,

two of which were American.

0600 tomorrow morning,

first and second squads
will surround the village.

Once it's locked down,
I'll go in with Captain Rahim

to talk to the village elders,

see if they'll hand over Abdul
without a fight.

You think there's any chance
of that happening?

Musa Qala is a friendly village
with good people.

They only shelter the Taliban
if they are forced to.

Exactly.
That's why we're not

just going in kicking in doors.

Hearts and minds, men.

Right, two to the chest,
one to the head.

Got it.
[laughter]

Hey, lock it down.

Swagger,
before you say another word,

you and Fenn
will insert tonight

under the cover of darkness

at a place of your choosing.

You watch over me and Rahim
when we go in.

Any hostile action, you end it.

Anybody try
to slip out of the village

when I'm talking to the elders,
you stop 'em.

Copy that.
We're gonna give 'em a chance

to make this easy,
but if they don't take it,

that's on them,

and since we're going after
a HVT,

we'll have intel and assistance
from the CIA on this mission.

Our liaison right here,
Mr. Meachum,

anything to add.

Nope.

Just happy to be here.

.

Hey,

something I can help you with,
Mr. Meachum?

Is Sergeant Swagger
under you command

or is he sort of
a superstar free agent?

Gunnery Sergeant Swagger
reports to me.

Why?
I hear he ignored

a direct order from you
during your last mission.

I'm probably not the first
person to tell you this,

being that you're CIA and all,

but you're misinformed.

Good, I was hoping so.

Because you're gonna need
to keep a tight leash on him

when it come to Mullah Abdul.

[scoffs]
Don't worry about Swagger.

If he gets the Mullah
in his scope,

he's gonna drop him.

There are times when information

is more lethal than ammunition,

and Mullah Abdul

is a guy that knows things
that can help us win this war.

I understand that.
Mm-hmm.

So go talk to
whoever you need to talk to

and have my orders changed
from kill to capture.

[whispering]
I don't want him captured.

Well, I'm confused.

How are you gonna talk to him
if he's dead?

Exactly.

I don't have time for
the Company's bullshit today.

Mullah Abdul has a treasure
trove of intel in his head.

Intel that can save
a lot of marines.

So you want me to bag him,
throw him in a van,

but report that he's dead?

Article 92:
Failure to obey orders.

Article 96:
Release of prisoner

without proper authority.

109:
Falsifying official statements.

Do I need to continue?

I get that you spent
the last decade of your life

having the code of conduct
pounded into your head,

but it's not gonna help us
win this war,

and I know you know that.

Or you wouldn't have traded
pulling triggers

to take a command position.

Surprise, you read my file.
Of course I have,

and it tells me that deep down,

you wanna make a difference
over here.

Now, I'm a thousand choices
from being a true believer,

but I know--

I know what it takes
to save American lives.

I'm asking

if you do.

[soft dramatic music]

*

Ladies, quit your knitting.
There's been a change of plans.

Swagger and Fenn,
I need you to get on top

of this grain storage facility
outside the village.

Neeman and Walker,
convoy security.

Everything else,
including our objective,

remains the same.

You two should get going.

The rest of us
move out at zero-six.

*

Bob Lee, this is the world's
shittiest sniper hide.

Sticks out like a sore thumb,

and the wall
around the compound

blocks most of
our field of fire.

[exhales]

Tell me the last time
the Captain waltzed in

and casually made a change
to a mission.

If the freaking
weather forecast changes

he wants a full briefing,

and runs through
the mission plan three times.

Why not tonight?

[knocks on door]

Got a minute?
What's up?

I wanted to talk about
the changes to the mission.

I didn't change the mission,
Gunny, just your role in it.

I understand my orders,
I just don't understand

the reason for the change.

You don't have to understand,

you just have to do it.

You worried
about not being the hero?

My only concern is
about protecting other marines,

which in this case is you.

You're not worried
about protecting your own life?

As long as it supports
the mission.

All right, if the mission is
to kill the Mullah,

we can't do it from that spot.

You're a sniper,
you should know that.

You do know that.

Is that why the CIA guy's here?

Take him alive?

What you're seeing right now,

we call that the big picture.

There are grave responsibilities
that come with it.

One of which is knowing
how to keep your mouth shut.

Am I clear?

[car approaching]

MRS. FENN: You sure I can't
fix you something to eat?

Why didn't you call the cops
when Bob Lee showed up?

Bob Lee was like a brother
to my Donny.

He was a wanted fugitive.

Whom I believe was innocent.

Did you look at
the facts of what happened?

Facts can be twisted,

but you can't fake
the look in someone's eyes

when they're telling the truth.

Bob Lee swore somebody
set him up,

and I believe him,

now more than ever.

I've been expecting a visit...

And here you are.

Alone.

*

It doesn't have to
be like this.

Son, you made your decision
long before you came to my door.

If it's not me,

it'll be somebody else.

I can't stop that.

You can run.

I'm too old to run.

Please

just go, go.

I got nowhere to go.

and my conscience

won't let me keep the secret.

My Donny would never
forgive me...

[latex rustling]

And he'll never
forgive you either.

[suspenseful music]

*

.

Read the articles Bob Lee
Swagger left in his cabin.

The Russians had
the most to gain

from the Ukrainian president's
death.

All right, so you think
they hired him?

Hired him, duped him.

Whatever they did,
the Russians hung him out to dry

after the assassination.

All right,
so if they betrayed him,

why didn't he expose them?

To keep his wife
and daughter safe.

[exhales]

What?

No, no, nothing, I just...

I like how you don't let go.

It's--I'm--I'm the same way,

and I-I think you've got some
really interesting ideas here,

it's just,

how do you put Dmitri Voydian
with Swagger?

That's where you
fill in the blanks.

Ah.

What did Homeland want
with Voydian?

And how did he
get out of your custody

and end up dead in Crimea?

Well, we picked him up

so he could be extradited
back to Moscow.

Was it about Graznyole?

What--what's that?

Dated a guy once in college,
used to give me

the same damn look
every time I asked him

if he was fooling around.

Finally caught him in bed
with my roommate.

Well, that guy was an idiot.

[soft tense music]

[clicks tongue]
Well, Isaac said you were good,

but I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to end this conversation.

Because you're not really
with Homeland, are you?

You CIA guys never act normal
when you're hiding a secret.

Look, I shouldn't even
be telling you this,

but this whole Graznyole thing,

it's not part of the puzzle
you're working on,

so just...
[mouthing]

Let it go.

You can't possibly think
there's a chance

I'm going to do that.

[sighs]

All right, fine.

I'll see how fast I can bump up
your security clearance.

When that happens,
we can discuss Graznyole

outside of this office.

Just do me a favor.

Don't discuss this conversation
with anyone.

WOMAN: Early this morning,
the FBI confirmed that

DNA found inside
a burned-out sniper hide

does indeed belong
to former marine,

turned failed assassin,
Bob Lee Swagger.

Yeah, we've been hearing
Swagger was mentally disturbed,

but blowing yourself up...
Mary, let's turn this off.

WOMAN: Certainly confirm--

Honey, listen to me.

Don't you pay any attention

to what those people on TV
say about your dad.

A lot of it is just lies.

I know.
Daddy's not really dead.

Hey, Mary,

why don't you go to our room

and I'll meet you there
in a second, okay?

Here, you can go play
that game you love.

You've gotta talk to her.

Kids just process death
differently than us.

You know, I was reading
some stuff online,

it's not uncommon
for them to be in denial.

Julie, honey, I don't care what
you have read on the Internet.

This--this isn't right.

She thinks her dad is alive.

He is.

He's alive.

What?

Yeah, Bob--Bob Lee
faked his death.

He had to to get the cops
and the feds off his back.

Julie, I-I can't imagine how--

how difficult this has been
for you,

but they found his DNA
on his metal hip.

Yes, it was planted there.

Oh, my God.
Julie do--

do yo--do you hear yourself?

I know how it sounds.
Okay?

But you've been
going through hell

to help me and Mary.

You deserve to know this.

You're my sister.

And what about Jim?

No.

Julie--
No, no.

Look, I'm not--I'm not crazy.
Okay?

I mean, I-I married a marine.

It's not like I've--I've never
thought about his death.

If he was dead,
I'd be dealing with it.

Oh, my God.
[laughs]

You have to trust me.

You have to.

Please.

*

DONNY:
Bob Lee, we gon' die up there.

I see then other positions
that work much better.

BOB LEE: Man, shut
your Joe-Joe hole.

This is our assigned location.

DONNY: All right, you ready?

This is a shitty shot, Bob Lee.

Yeah, the worst.

Turn on the strobes
and call it in.

[grunts softly]

[radio static]
DONNY: Raider One Three Actual,

this is Raider One Three Bravo.

We are at our FFP, over.

Roger that, One Three Bravo.
I see you.

Stay frosty, we'll be there
in 90 minutes.

Actual out.
Hey, you going?

I'll stay here,
keep an eye on things.

Your man will do his job?

Hell, yeah, he will.

Let's roll.

He'd better.

[thumping]
ISAAC: [grunting]

MRS. FENN: [muffled shouting]
ISAAC: Stop, stop!

[dramatic music]

Stop.
MRS. FENN: [straining]

ISAAC: Stop.

Please, stop.

[unintelligible
distorted voices]

[both grunt]

ISAAC: [grunts]
[shovel thumps]

*

[breathing shakily]

[insects chirping]

*

[cell phone buzzing]

[exhales sharply]

What?

I'm wrapping it up now.

I'll be out of pocket
for the next few days.

*

[truck engine rumbling]

Looks clear to me.

And who are you again, sir?

Huh?

I'm somebody that
doesn't answer to you.

[chuckles]

RON: Radio One to Actual,

this is One Three.

Village is clear at this time,
over.

ISAAC: Roger, One Three.

As soon as we clear it
with the elders, we'll enter.

Just make sure
we don't get surprised.

Roger, Actual.

RAHIM:
[speaking native language]

MAN: [speaking native language]

They are ready.

One Three Bravo, this is Actual.

We're about to enter
the village.

Be advised, we have no shot

from this location.

Just do your job.

Actual, out.

[tense music]

*

[indistinct chatter]

[all speaking native language]

Is he ready to discuss
what we came here for?

[both speaking native language]

[both grunt]

[all shouting
in native language]

ISAAC: What the hell
are you doing?

Gunny, you got eyes?
BOB LEE: Negative.

We have no shot.
Send a quick reaction force.

Uh, do not send a QRF.

He's there.

Just standby.

Wait for the Mullah to show.

[speaking native language]

[speaking native language]

RON: That was Bob Lee
and Donny's hide.

Jesus Christ.

*

You traitorous motherfu--
[grunts]

I was robbed of the bounty
last time,

but not today.
[speaking native language]

[both speaking native language]

RAHIM: You are going
to be famous,

Captain Johnson.
On you knees!

On your knees!
[speaking native language]

*

[speaking native language]

[suspenseful music]

*

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Hell yeah!
Yes! Yes!

Yeah!
MAN: Whoo!

[shouting in native language]

Stand down.

[all shouting
in native language]

[grunts]

[gunshot]
ISAAC: [breathing heavily]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

*

Actual,
you are blocking my shot.

Is that you, Bob Lee?

I told you that
other position sucked.

Now move.
ISAAC: Negative.

I want this bastard alive.

I wanna know what he knows

so we can take down
some more bad guys.

Acknowledge my order, over.

*

Roger.

Somebody zip-tie this asshole,

get him in a vehicle.

*

[gunshot]

*

Everybody's gotta be
a goddamn hero, huh?

.

Get out of my chair.

[exhales deeply]

I warned you about Swagger.

Swagger?

This isn't about Swagger.

He thinks he's a hero.

They're impossible to control.

He'll get a Silver Star
for what he did today.

And you?

You'll be allowed
to serve out this tour...

you'll never get another chance
to command troops in the field.

Like you have
that kind of juice.

I don't.

My boss does.

This was a test
of your leadership abilities,

and you failed.

You know, winning doesn't mean
whether your men like you

or even respect you.

Winning means

lying to them

to protect

a higher good.

Sounds like bullshit straight
out of the CIA handbook.

Look, if you want a seat

at the--the big boy table,

where the real decisions
are made,

if you do,

let me know.

[tense music]

You got real potential.

Don't waste it.

*

[sighs]

[footsteps approaching]

Mm.
Hmm.

Hi.
Hi.

[speaking native language]

Mm.

[speaking foreign language]

[speaking native language]

Mm.

[speaking native language]

No, it's nothing.

Let's eat.

[mellow music]

Oh, hey.

Hi, uh, how are you?

I, uh--I got you an Americano.

I hope you like it strong.

I take mine with two shots,
so...

Yes, the stronger the better.

Mm, all right.

Read me in on Graznyole.

All right.

Now Dmitri Voydian was
running protection

for a shady mining company

that was operating
in a small Ukrainian village.

Graznyole was what
the Russians call the place.

Because that's what it was named
when Ukraine was part of Russia.

Exactly.

So the mining company
cut corners,

uh, the water gets poisoned,
the mine collapses,

pretty soon, hundreds
of villagers are dead.

This is what Karlina Ordenko
was writing about.

Voydian and his crew

murdered dozens of people
to try to keep it quiet.

Hence the charges against him

and the reason
they wanted him back.

So no link

between this and Swagger

or the assassination.

Yeah, I'm afraid not...

[exhales]
But, hey,

why should that spoil
our afternoon?

Wait, if the mine was
in Ukraine,

then why do the Russians want
to prosecute Voydian?

He didn't commit the crime
in their country.

Well, Voydian was FSB.

That's the equivalent
to the FBI.

I mean, if you wiped out
a village in a foreign country,

I'm pretty sure the U.S.
would take an interest.

Not if was running
an illegal protection racket.

In fact, they'd be
distancing themselves from me.

[dramatic music]

*

[exhales]

*

How much of this is bullshit?

[chuckles softly]

You've gone to
an awful lot of trouble

to try and throw me off track.

I must be right
about a thing or two.

*

Do you really think
your colleagues at the FBI

are gonna back you up?

I mean, from what I've read,
you're prone to wild theories,

you--you--you shot
and killed a hostage.

*

How many psych evals
did you have to take

before they let you
go back to duty?

I...

Is this part of your
fallback plan, Agent Simms?

[quietly]
You figured it out.

Congratulations.

Let me guess.

You're gonna try and smear me
with my record,

destroy my credibility?

You really think
that's gonna work?

But it won't come to that.

JACK: [distorted voice]
Hey.

I told you that coffee
was strong.

*

We better get you home.

*

[exhaling]

Hey...

she's awake.

Now, before you drift back off,

I think you'll be happy to know

that the suicide note
that I typed up for you,

very touching.

You know, it says how
you couldn't live with the guilt

of killing the hostage,

and how it finally broke you.

Blah, blah, blah.

Now, the irony is,

you don't even have the evidence
they're looking for.

Now this alcohol...
[muffled speaking]

That's gonna be injected
directly into your blood,

oh, uh, along with the pills,

will kill you
very pleasantly.

You'll just, uh...

[muffled yelping]

You'll just fall asleep.

[muffled groans]

Now, doesn't that sound nice?

[both grunt]

Oh.

[both grunting]

[exciting music]

*

[both straining]

[grunts]
Ah!

[groans]
[grunts]

[grunts and groans]

[grunting]

*

[knife sheens]
[both shout]

[both grunting]

[grunts]
Ah!

Ah!
[groans]

[grunts]
[coughing]

[straining]

[coughs]
Shoot him!

[choking]

[grunts]

[both breathing heavily]

.

That was Jack Payne.

He told me his name was Simms,

that he was CIA.

Who am I supposed to go to
if the CIA wants to kill me?

We don't know he's CIA.

He could be a mercenary
working for anybody.

Shit.

They'll know you're alive now.
They're gonna come after you.

Yeah, they'll take another shot
at you too.

I can't exactly disappear
and go on the run like you.

No, they'd find you,

which is why I've been
watching out for you

since I faked my death.

I need you alive...
[exhales]

as an asset
inside the government.

An asset?

How am I supposed to do that?

Just go back to work tomorrow
and act like nothing happened.

[exhales sharply]

I let the world
believe you were dead

and it almost got me killed.

If you still want my help,

don't let me
get blindsided again.

So we partners?

You're the most famous
dead assassin in history,

and I'm a semi-disgraced
FBI agent.

Not exactly Butch and Sundance.

No, definitely not
Butch and Sundance.

They both died in the end.

[soft dramatic music]

[grunts]

*

ISAAC: It's kind of nice
out here in the morning.

before all the shit starts.

BOB LEE: Yeah, it kinda is.

*

I'm not sorry
to see you standing here.

I'm sorry for how it went down.

What are you talking about?

It was a successful op.

I allowed Mullah Abdul
to ambush me

so we could draw him out
and kill him.

Mission accomplished.

What about Captain Rahim?

*

Tragically killed protecting us.
[sighs]

He'll receive a commendation
posthumously.

He's a hero.

It's all
in my after-action report.

*

It's not really like you
to protect yourself

at the expense of the truth.

I'm protecting the mission,
Bob Lee.

The truth won't mean
a damn thing

if we lose out here.

I guess you're right,

I couldn't do your job.
[exhales]

Stick to being a sniper.

[laughs]

Well...

It's probably safer that way.

[chuckles]

We good, marine?

Yeah, we're good.

Good.

*

[dramatic music]

*