All language subtitles for Shooter.S02E01.HDTV.x264-SVA

Previously on "Shooter"...

What can I do for you, Captain?

Ten days ago, a CIA agent
was shot by a sniper.

We believe this is
the work of T. Solotov.

I know that you don't like
to talk about this stuff,

but what happened to Donnie,

I know that it still hurts you.

Donnie, no!

[gunshot]

He died because I trusted my gut.

He died because Solotov shot him.

Whatever you think
you know about Solotov,

he knows ten times about you.
He's a master sniper.

And that's exactly
why I need you, Bob Lee.

The only reason I signed up
for any of this is

because I thought
we were doing something

that served a greater purpose.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[speaking native language]

- It's nothing.
- You framed me for murder.

Whether or not you want
to admit it, you need my help.

Yeah, well, I left them in the dirt.

Someday I'm gonna do
the same thing to you.

I'm sorry for what I did to you.

Don't let me see you again.

The bigger the conspiracy,

the bigger the people involved.

Then we'll expose them all.

All the way to the top.
As high as it goes.

You're the National
Security Advisor, right?

You advise the president

on which foreign leaders
to meet with and where?

You're a smart one, aren't you?

You put the President
of the United States

in Seattle with the Ukrainian president.

[gunshot]

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

When you go to the store tomorrow,

don't forget to pick up
some blueberries.

I won't forget.

[panting]

[tea kettle whistles]

- I want out.
- No.

I betrayed everything
I've believed in for you.

The real problem is about
to reveal itself.

Don't send anyone after me.

I won't have to.

Bob Lee Swagger, you are exonerated

for the assassination
of the Ukrainian president.

What if I want justice?

You'll have to settle for freedom.

On behalf of Commander
Fleet Marine Forces, Europe,

Boeblingen, Germany,
we invite to the podium,

Gunnery Sergeant Bob Lee Swagger.

ALL: Swagger!

[cheers and applause]

[indistinct chatter]

[whistles]

[applause]

Chesty Puller said, "A Marine
doctor is a Navy corpsman,

and there's no better in the business."

For the men of 8113,

Senior Chief Petty Officer
Kevin Campbell

was that corpsman.

Today he receives the Silver Star

for bravery and valor

when his battalion entered a minefield

on March 21st of this year.

When one of the Marines
detonated a mine,

Doc Campbell didn't hesitate.

For the next five hours,
he supervised the care

and evacuation of those Marines

without regard to his own injuries.

If you ask any Marine,

the reason we fought was to make sure

we all got to come home,

and we fought for the memories
of those who didn't.

Doc Campbell, from all the men
of the 8113

and the countless Marines you've helped,

our sincerest thank you.

[applause]

I appreciate this honor,
and it is an honor,

but the real praise goes out
to all the strong men and women

who continue to fight
long after we've come home.

It's those soldiers
that we are indebted to,

and we remember them every day.

It has been the privilege
of my life to serve with you.

Thank you.

- [gunfire]
- [crowd screaming]

[gunfire continues]

[screams]

Stay down, stay down!

[gunfire continues]

[explosion booms]

[screams]

Stay down, stay down.

I'm gonna check the doors!

♪ ♪

- It's time to move!
- Time to move!

- Is there a back door?
- Yes! That way!

Follow me! Follow me!

Tio! [whistles]

[mouthing silently]

♪ ♪

- [gunshot]
- [man grunts]

♪ ♪

[gasps and gurgles]

♪ ♪

They're all wired!

♪ ♪

One step at a time. Follow me.
Keep your heads low, all right?

When we hit the street,
you turn right and you run.

- Run to where?
- Julie, you guys get low,

and don't stand till
I give you the sign, copy?

- Got it!
- Tio, take left!

- I'm gonna clear the lobby!
- Copy!

♪ ♪

Clear!

- He's still moving.
- He's dead.

♪ ♪

Man, I'm not risking
a twitch detonation.

I'm gonna neutralize his vest.

Jesus.

♪ ♪

- Kevin!
- [glass shatters]

[explosion booms]

[dramatic music]

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com

[techno dance music playing]

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

[indistinct conversations]

♪ ♪

- I said, my German is terrible.
- I know.

You just asked me
if I could bake a cake.

No, I meant to ask you that.

[chuckles] I'm kidding.

What... what do you do for work?

Finance.

How long are you in Frankfurt?

A couple of weeks,
and then I'll be back a lot.

I just got this territory.

[woman sings in German]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[men grunting and blows landing]

[locker door clangs]

[indistinct chatter]

[speaking Thai] _

♪ ♪

- Hey, babe.
- Hi.

How was the workout?

It was fine.

Got you some soup.

You're sweet.

♪ ♪

Anything wrong?

Nope. All good.

[hammer banging]

Hey, Mousy. Where you off to?

- I'm busy, Daddy.
- Hey, what about lunch?

You can just wrap it up and
put it in the fridge for now.

She only ate the jelly out of her PB&J.

Ah, she'll be fine.
That's what I used to do.

[scoffs]

You should shower up and get ready.

We're gonna be late.

Baby, we have four hours.

It's an international flight.
I mean, I still don't understand

why you have to go all the way
to Frankfurt

to give him the award, but...

'Cause he and his guys
are still at Landstuhl.

That's not exactly Paris.

No, it's not, but it is
a free trip to Europe.

[scoffs] You mean a free trip
to see the boys.

We had a long year, Jules.

Without you and Mary and those guys,

I don't know what I would have done.

Well, don't forget, we need
the extra time at the airport.

You know, you're Bob Lee Swagger.

You have lots of security
and people recognizing you.

Maybe we'll get lucky
and nobody will notice me.

Yeah, right.

I laid out some suits on the bed.

Let me know which one you want
to take, I'll pack it.

I have to wear a suit?

Hell, yeah, you have to wear a suit.

You promised me a night
without the boys,

and I expect to be romanced.

And I'm still holding you
to the trip to Paris.

Yes, ma'am.

Hey, mija, slow down.

We've got the whole weekend to run.

Hey, Kiddo, give Estella a break.

- Thank you for doing this.
- Oh, doing what?

I've been breaking horses for 25 years.

What's one little girl?

Mmm! Bye, my sweet girl.

I love you infinity times infinity.

That means forever.

It sure does.

Don't forget my coins, Daddy.

I won't forget your coins.

This is the worst part.

- Mom.
- I'm gonna miss you so much!

Will you make me videos
every day with Estella?

- Yes.
- Like ten a day?

Mom.

BOTH: I love you.

All right, you have
all the numbers, right?

- Oh, yes.
- Hotel information?

I have three copies, so go on, go!

We're gonna be fine.
Here, I made this for you.

- Thank you, I appreciate it.
- No, you're so sweet.

Thank you, though. Bye, honey!

MARY: Bye, Mom!

Mom! Mommy, wait!

Yeah, baby?

I made something for you

so every time you look at it
you remember me.

I'm not gonna forget you.
Are you kidding me?

BOTH: I love you.

And we'll miss you. Okay, run inside.

- Estella's waiting for you.
- Okay.

- I love you, Daddy.
- I love you too, Mouse.

It's gonna be fine.

Better than fine.

We could use a few days.

Germany, here we come.

[engine turns over]

Estella taught me a new word.

"Aw-veed-is-zanie." It means good-bye.

You can use it.

I love you, Mommy and Daddy.

Baby, how many times
you gonna watch that?

Maybe 100 million.

[chuckles]

I miss her.

I do too.

[spits in sink]

But I am glad we did this.

Yeah, me too.

I know the move to Texas was hard,

but I promise you, it'll get better.

Look, anywhere we are is home to me.

I think I just thought
things would be easier

after some time passed.

Baby, the world's gonna
move on, trust me.

- Mary does love Texas.
- It's been good for her.

Yeah.

She's already riding better
than I was at her age.

Well, she's stubborn;
that's half the battle.

Huh, I wonder who she got that from?

- You.
- What about you?

- I'm not stubborn.
- You're pretty stubborn.

- No, I'm not.
- You're pretty stubborn.

Yes, you are.

Your job is great for our sex life,

but not so great for my job.

Tell the senator you had
an interdepartmental meeting.

Is that what we're calling this?

It sounds better than a nooner.

Gun takes a little getting used to.

Not that it isn't sexy,
just slightly emasculating.

You're the man, I'm just
a secretary with a badge.

You are a Senior Special Agent
with the FBI,

and that is a hell of a lot more
than a secretary.

At least they moved you to D.C.

They can't keep you
behind a desk forever.

Are you kidding?
The FBI invented the desk

so that agents would have
something to sit behind.

And I didn't ask for this transfer.

Nobody would knowingly want to work for

The Office of Personnel Management.

Well, the road to the top
is not always straight.

And if they didn't transfer you,
you wouldn't have met me.

Excellent point.

[phone buzzes]

[Harris sighs]

Dinner Saturday?

Um, I thought you had
that security thing.

Yeah, I meant after.

[laughs]

You know, just because
we skipped lunch today

doesn't mean you don't
still have to impress me.

I see.

Okay, thanks.

You're not really
gonna eat that, are you?

You know, for someone
in the intelligence business,

you're not very smart.

Get in. I'll drop you.

I don't mind walking.

I do.

Get in, and leave that.

So how are things at the DMV?

Funny, I never heard that one before.

How's the private sector?

I heard you gave a speech
at Putin's birthday party.

If I only attended the
birthday parties of my friends,

I'd never leave the house.

- I have a job for you.
- And I've told you, no.

You didn't even ask what it is.

I'm happy at the FBI.

Really, you're happy
filing papers at the OPM?

You do realize, they won't ever
let you in the field again?

I can get out anywhere here.

You're radioactive, Nadine.

The FBI doesn't like heroes.

They want bureaucrats.

It's in the name, for Christ's sake.

Okay, what's the job,
the one you're offering?

I can't tell you unless you say...

Seriously, I can get out anywhere here.

Okay, I will tell you this.

The people who work for me
affect real change,

and we don't have to color
inside the lines.

You can stay at the FBI.

I'll just have you transferred.

[tense music]

To do what?

♪ ♪

One step at a time.

Just think about it, my dear,
but not for too long.

♪ ♪

Looks fine.

Ah, I should iron it just a little.

- Come on, Jules. It's the guys.
- They don't care.

It's the guys and their wives,

and wives care about
those kind of things.

Come on.

I think you're just trying
to get me out of my clothes.

I mean, we are in a hotel room alone.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

[gasps]

[overlapping indistinct chatter]

We do not have to hear this story again.

- Yes, yes, we do.
- Yes, we do.

No, it's not a reunion

unless somebody tells the story, right?

Exactly.

Someone tell the goddamn story, please.

- It's Dobbs. Gotta be Dobbs.
- Dobbs.

- Tell the story.
- Dobbs! Dobbs!

- Please don't.
- Please, Dobbs.

- Do it.
- Babe, no.

- Okay.
- Yeah!

- No.
- [laughter]

He used to make this big batch

of chicken enchiladas, and...

Wait, wait, wait. With Afghani chicken,

which is technically pigeon.

- Oh!
- But he did not care.

He didn't care.

He would have three of those
things ten minutes

before we went outside the wire.

- At least.
- And you could always tell

when the shit was about to fly...

when Zehnder shit.

No, no!

[all groaning and laughing]

[laughter echoing and fades]

You guys are not gonna believe this.

You have got to be kidding me.

I saw you go before we left.

I have an active metabolism.

I told you to take Imodium.

- Guys, we're on the job.
- Zehnder, go in your pants.

That's a big negative, Nailer.

Well, I don't think this pile of rocks

has any indoor plumbing,

- so you're shit out of luck.
- Literally.

- This place is deserted.
- I'm going.

- Deserted don't mean safe.
- Wait till we clear it.

I'm about to clear it.

Will somebody tell me what
the hell is going on out there?

Zehnder needs the head.

Does he know he's on a mission?

The doors are locked.

Who abandons their house
and locks the doors?

Ahh!

Three Talis on the north road.

Move, move, move, move.

[gunfire]

- Ew!
- Unh-uh!

- Thanks, Dobbs.
- Zehnder.

I really miss that guy.

Then let's raise our glasses
to Kurt Zehnder,

Charlie Cartwright, Miguel Fernandez,

and all the men fallen of the 8113.

MEN: Always faithful! Always forward!

- Oorah!
- Oorah!

Thank God for Zehnder's
weak constitution

or else somebody'd
be toasting us right now.

Could be.

Unh-uh, not with Bob
the Nailer on overwatch.

- You can stop that.
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

This is the most famous sniper
in the world.

That's right, that's right.

So much for being invisible, buddy.

Too bad Captain Johnson
couldn't be here.

Y'all still keep in touch?
Y'all used to be pretty tight.

I haven't seen him since I rotated out.

- Hey, jukebox, dude.
- Jukebox.

- No, no, no.
- [all groaning]

[camera clicks]

[phone chimes]

- Got it. Wait for it.
- Oh!

[Bruce Springsteen's "Glory Days" plays]

- Hey, there, come on.
- I don't want to.

- Nice one, Dobbs!
- All right, just for you.

Only for you.

[indistinct chatter]

The real show is behind us.

Yes.

♪ I had a friend was
a big baseball player ♪

[together] ♪ Back in high school yeah ♪

This is what I had to live with.

[song continues in distance]

BOTH: ♪ Make you look like a fool, boy ♪

- Get him, Swagger!
- Hey-o!

- No!
- Get him, Swagger!

♪ He was walking out ♪

- This is so fun.
- Yeah, it is funny.

- Yeah.
- ♪ Had a few drinks ♪

♪ But all we kept talking about ♪

What about if we get out of here?

Oh, where to, sailor?

- Guys, we're out.
- Aww!

But we're gonna see you
tomorrow, and, I forget,

who's getting the Silver Star tomorrow?

ALL: Ooh!

See you tomorrow, Swagger!

- Silver Star!
- Silver Star!

- All right, man!
- Get home safe!

[camera clicks]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

On behalf of Commander
Fleet Marine Forces, Europe,

Boeblingen, Germany,
we invite to the podium

Gunnery Sergeant Bob Lee Swagger.

ALL: Swagger!

[cheers and applause]

[indistinct chatter]

[whistles]

It's an honor to be
standing up here for Kevin.

We'll even forgive him
for joining the Navy.

[audience laughter]

Doc Campbell,
from all the men of the 8113

and the countless Marines you've helped,

our sincerest thank you.

[audience applause]

♪ ♪

- Attention to the award.
- The Naval Attaché

to the United States Embassy in Berlin

and the President of the United States

take pleasure in presenting
the Silver Star Medal

to Senior Chief Petty Officer
Kevin Campbell.

[applause]

♪ ♪

I appreciate this honor,
and it is an honor...

but the real praise goes out
to all the strong men and women

who continue to fight
long after we've come home.

It's those soldiers
that we are indebted to,

and we remember them every day.

It has been the privilege
of my life to serve with you.

♪ ♪

Thank you. Thank you.

[audience applause]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[people screaming]

That was a rifle inside the hotel.

♪ ♪

[gunfire and screaming]

♪ ♪

- [screams]
- Stay down, stay down!

♪ ♪

[screaming]

Stay down!

♪ ♪

I'm gonna check the doors!

- [gunshot]
- No!

♪ ♪

It's time to move! Time to move!

- Is there a back door?
- Stay low. Yes, that way!

Follow me, follow me!

- Come on, follow me, follow me!
- Let's go! Let's go! Stay low!

Tio! [whistles]

[mouthing silently]

♪ ♪

[gasps and gurgles]

They're all wired!

♪ ♪

I can't feel my legs.

- It's adrenaline.
- Keep breathing.

- I've never been this scared.
- Look, you got this, okay?

One step at a time. Come on, follow me.

Keep your heads low, all right?

When we hit the street,
you turn right and you run.

- Run where?
- Where they're not shooting.

Julie, you guys get low and don't stand

until I give you the sign, copy?

- Got it!
- Tio, take left!

- Copy!
- I'm gonna clear the lobby!

[tense music]

There's one more.

♪ ♪

Only way I'm getting a clear
shot is if I'm in the lobby.

In case he lives, you pull the doors.

They're wood, but they're thick.

That means you're on the wrong side.

♪ ♪

- What are you doing?
- [gasps]

♪ ♪

Kevin!

[gunshots]

Aah!

♪ ♪

- You okay?
- Yeah.

[sirens wailing]

- Hey.
- How are you?

Got the girls all squared away.

We're just gonna take turns
with Kevin's girlfriend

'cause she's in pretty bad shape.

Yeah, but how are you?

Messed up. I mean, I know

that this is normal for you.
This isn't normal for me.

Sweetheart, this isn't
normal for anyone.

Guy must have helped
over a thousand vets.

He literally got them
back on their feet.

He deserved better.

We've ID'd the shooters.

- Turkish.
- They're running them now.

Chances are it's gonna come up empty.

What do you mean, "empty"?

These assholes work in small cells,

very compartmentalized.

I'm sure ISIS will claim credit.

- How's Rodriguez?
- Lucky, I guess.

Clipped his shoulder. They're taking him

to the hospital now.
He should be out in a few hours.

When can we get home?
Look, I want to see my daughter.

As soon as the airport's open,
we'll get you guys out of here.

Okay, when is that gonna be? I mean,

I don't really want to be trapped here.

Thank you, Tio.
We can talk about it outside.

Look, I'm sorry. I just...

I don't want to feel like
I'm trapped here.

- I want to go home.
- I get it, I get it, sweetie.

Just listen to me.

That was bad, and nothing's

- gonna prepare you for it.
- Yeah.

But we lived, and we're gonna
see Mary again.

You got to hang on to that, baby, 'cause

every shit situation I've ever
been in, the only thing

that kept me going was what
I had to be grateful for.

We survived.

[pensive music]

♪ ♪

What happens to him now?

He gets sent home under a flag.

- Alone?
- Yeah.

That doesn't seem right.

I hate leaving him here.

Look, I'll fly home
as soon as I can, okay?

You fly home with Kevin, just
see if Dobbs can go with you.

I think that'd be a good idea.

- I love you.
- I love you, too.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Babe.
- Yeah, yeah?

[speaking Mandarin] _

- Go?
- Go?

- Go... go where?
- Away from here.

What? What are you talking about?

♪ ♪

They're cleaning up.

It's not safe for us here anymore.

[sirens wailing]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Man, this place is a big,
sloppy, wet shit show.

What you got, Gunny?

- I got an itch.
- Well, let's scratch it.

Where's your lady?

Man, they went back to the hotel,

and Tio's up to her ass
in RSO paperwork.

She's gonna be here
for the next several hours.

Ali, his lady ain't doing
so good, so he went with her.

If it wasn't for the beer,
Germany would blow.

Colin, I saw a shooter. A long gun.

He hit Kevin, and then hit
the vest to cover it.

- That's not usually their MO.
- These guys usually just go boom.

Well, then how'd that last
asshole detonate the vest?

I shot him right through the brainstem.

Brother, I want payback
just as much as you do,

but even if there was a shooter,
how are we gonna find him?

- Kevin was on the floor.
- [glass shatters]

I saw the glass break
before he went down.

Based on the height of that window,

the shot had to come
from down that street.

There's got to be 20 possibilities.

Look at this.

I took this right after the attack.

See anything?

Top floor... no window, no
curtains, and now they're back.

Trajectory's right.

He ain't gonna be there.

Yeah, but he might
have left something behind.

Let's go.

Danke.

This is it.

Whatever it is, it's creepy.

There's paint chips.

Yeah, he was here. He hung a screen.

So, 200-plus meters.

Suppressed rifle.

This guy was the backup.

I don't know, man.
Tiny holes and paint chips

ain't exactly a smoking gun.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

Oh, God damn it.

She must have surprised him.

♪ ♪

It's gonna take the police

ten seconds to figure out
this wasn't a suicide.

Let's not be here when they do.

♪ ♪

[gunfire echoing]

♪ ♪

Underneath the bed, all right?

- I'm scared.
- Come on.

You can't come out
until Mommy comes back

for you, okay? Promise me.

Promise.

♪ ♪

[gasps]

[phone rings]

- Yes?
- Mrs. Swagger,

I am sorry to report
the airport is still closed.

No flights are available.

Okay, when is it gonna open back up?

They do not know.

♪ ♪

Why am I approving
air transport from Frankfurt?

Is this tied to the terrorist attack?

Yes, ma'am. I have friends
who are over there.

- They need to get home.
- What friends?

- Julie Swagger, ma'am.
- Absolutely not.

- Ma'am, if I can explain...
- Let me explain.

Howard Utey was tracking
to be the director one day.

Now he'll be lucky
if he ever gets an office

with windows again.

I didn't have a choice
with you, Memphis.

You had to go somewhere,
and I drew the short straw.

Hey! I did my job.

You got lucky,
starting with Bob Lee Swagger

landing on a car right in front of you.

Get back to your paperwork.

Let's pick up some supplies
and get on the move.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- You sure?
- You just seem a little...

Run!

- Stay down, stay down.
- [gunfire]

[dramatic music]

Go, go!

♪ ♪

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Keep your head down low.

[people screaming]

Head down, go!

♪ ♪

Run.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

- I don't know, a belt?
- Make a tourniquet.

- I can't feel it.
- That's the shock.

I'm gonna get you someplace safe.

- Okay.
- [groans]

- All right, come on.
- I'm gonna get you out of here.

Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.

[Lin groaning]

- Gonna tighten it.
- [shouts and groans]

- You need a doctor.
- Oh, no, no, no, no.

[speaking Mandarin] _

I'll find someone who can help you.

- I'll survive this.
- I promise.

Let's just get some place safe,
give me a day or two of rest,

and then I'll be good as new, okay?

All right?

[speaking Mandarin] _

Don't forget it.

Look, we got to go.

♪ ♪

Memphis.

I hear you need a better travel agent.

Jesus, how could you possibly know that?

Are you bugging my office?

Your office is too boring to bug.

What would I learn, how
your solitaire game is going?

Meet me at the Hay-Adams in 20 minutes.

- You don't have an office?
- Take a seat.

I can have Julie Swagger
in the air in 90 minutes.

Email these to her.

Tell her to bring them to Ramstein.

There's a C-17 fueling up.
It'll be waiting for her.

U doing this out
of the kindness of your heart,

or is this you trying
to get me to work for you?

Those two things are not
mutually exclusive.

They're never gonna let you
out of that office, Nadine.

You must know that by now.

I did everything right.

They don't care.

But I do.

You really think
some fanatic on a long gun's

gonna take the time to clean up?
Look around here.

They don't give a shit
about bodies or evidence.

I can't deal
with your bullshit, Swagger.

This is the second time they called me

down here for questioning.

You're not in charge, you're not a cop,

and what the hell are you doing anyway?

You have any idea how deep this shit

would be if they caught you there?

Those assholes killed Kevin.

And we killed them.

- It sucks...
- Staff Sergeant.

Okay? But it's over.

- What's up?
- [scoffs]

- Give her a break, man.
- Kevin was killed by a sniper

who detonated the vest to cover it up.

From the BKA... they found it
on one of the attackers.

You were right about one thing,

a bunch of terrorists
looking to kill some Marines.

- Not some Marines.
- They were after us.

Why?

I have no idea, but we better
stick together until we do.

[phone buzzes]

- Hey, where are you?
- Well, our flights

were all messed up, so I called
our guardian angel.

- Memphis?
- Yeah.

She somehow got us a military transport,

so we're headed there right now
and Yusuf is with us.

Do you have any idea
when you're coming home?

Dobbs and I are gonna go check
on Rodriguez at the hospital.

Hopefully we're on a plane tomorrow.

What about Kevin?

Not leaving without him.

Well, hurry home, okay? We need you.

I promise I will, baby. Love you.

Love you too.

Sprechen sie American?

What's your deal?

They're moving you.

Really?

Your place?

No, Landstuhl.

[groans]

Transfer just came.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Hey, you sure you know
where you're going?

Sehr gut, ja.

[chuckles] "Sehr gut, ja."

Yeah.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[gasps and screams]

[grunting]

♪ ♪

It's a new driver, yeah? Danke.

His phone's going straight to voicemail.

Yeah, the hospital says
a transfer order came in.

New driver. Had all the proper I.D.

- They can't reach him either.
- Son of a bitch.

We got to call Tio
and tell her we need her now.

We don't have
any authority here, Swagger.

We don't need authority.
We need information.

♪ ♪

Hey.

Well, whoever this is, he's good.

Hospital security
sent this to the police.

He never showed his face.

- That's him.
- Jesus.

- No denying it now.
- This wasn't terrorism.

It was murder.

We're being hunted.