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- Previously on "Shooter"...

- I'll confess to trying to kill
the president,

but my wife and daughter
are left alone.

- I planned it
down to the second.

All you had to do was
shoot him.

- He was already running.

- You may draw your check
from someone else,

but you work for me.

- I'm here
in an unofficial capacity.

Did your husband ever talk
to you about wanting medals?

- You're asking
the wrong questions.

- Officer Timmons,
how did you know

he would be in that hotel room?

- It's a--it's a cop thing.

- You got him to confess?
Does his wife know?

- You've been in contact
with her?

- This whole thing seems off.

- Do yourself a favor
and take your emotion out of it.

- Swagger has to be taken
out of protective custody

and put in general population.

- Have fun.

- [grunting]

Aah!

- Swagger finally start crying?

- Hey, babe.
- You have no idea

how long I've waited
to hear your voice.

I wish you were here.

What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna do what I do best.

I'm gonna hunt.

[indistinct shouting,
horns honking]

[overlapping chatter]

[bell dings]

[radio chattering]

- Find everything all right?

- I did.

Do you have any more
of these bandage rolls?

- All we have is what's out.

I need the cap to scan.

- Of course.

I'll take a look at this one.

Hawks need the 12th man, right?

- I think I might have a few
bandages left. Let me check.

- You know what?
Don't worry about it.

I don't need them.

- It'll only take a sec.

[ominous music]

[line trilling]

- I'm not gonna hurt you.

Are we alone?

- Yes.

[shotgun cocks]

- I know you.

You're Bob Lee Swagger.

Now don't move.

Doris, come over here.

- [gulps]

- So you're Doris?

And you are?

- Leo.

- Okay, so everybody knows
each other.

Now, Leo, that's
a Mossberg 12 gauge, huh?

I see you got that
fancy pistol grip on there.

It's real cool.

- It ain't gonna matter to you.

- No. No, it won't matter to me,

but it will matter to Doris.

The pistol grip means
you sacrifice some control.

It affects your spread.

You're gonna get me, no doubt,

but you're also gonna get
your girl.

Now, Leo,
I don't have to tell you

what a gut shot
from this distance looks like.

It's a mess.

So why don't you and me just--

[gunshot]

[Doris shrieks]

Both of you, sit on the floor.

[Doris whimpering]

Leo, I'll leave this
by the door.

[intense music]

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[phone ringing]

- Agent Johnson.

- You took a chance
exposing yourself.

Man, you still put all that
sugar in your coffee?

Never understood how you could
drink it like that.

- Since I'm
two pounds of pressure

from you ruining my suit,

might as well finish it.

That was a hell of a play
getting out of that prison.

Maximum security.
Impressive.

- Nah, it's nothing
compared to how you set me up.

- I don't know
what you're talking about.

- Who's paying your bills?

- I work for Homeland Security.

- Come on, man.
I'm not recording this.

You can drop the act.

You know I got you scoped.
Answer the question.

- I'm not gonna play this game,
Bob Lee.

You want to kill me?

I'm guessing you're halfway
into your trigger press.

If you're gonna do it, do it.

Otherwise,
we got to work this out.

- Oh, so I can trust you now.
Is that it?

- The evidence against you
is overwhelming.

You're over with.

- From now on,

you're alive
because my family's alive.

They get hurt, you get hurt.

If something happens to them,
you die.

And I won't care
who's responsible.

- Oh, come on, man.

I don't want
Julie and Mary to get hurt.

- Good.
- So now that we've

heard each other,
what next?

- I figure it out:

how you set me up,
who else is involved,

and then I bring you all down.

- That's not gonna end well.

- Not for you, it doesn't.

- Oh, shit!

- I'd like to welcome

each and every one of you
to the task force.

You represent the best people

from a large pool
of multi-agency candidates.

Congratulations.

Now that I have sufficiently
patted ourselves on the back,

I'd like to introduce
Isaac Johnson.

He is Secret Service,

a member of the
president's Advance Team.

Before that, he served
three tours in Afghanistan

with Bob Lee Swagger,

which makes him
uniquely qualified

to discuss our fugitive.

Agent Johnson.

- You've all heard by now
that early this morning,

I received a call from Swagger.

During our brief conversation,

he exhibited extreme paranoia,

including the delusional belief

that he's the victim
of a larger conspiracy.

He may be desperate
and unstable,

but he's still one of the best
snipers in the world,

which makes him
a man to be feared.

For a sniper to survive,

he has to learn to become
invisible,

to disappear
into his surroundings

for long periods of time.

After three tours
in Afghanistan,

the official count credited him
with 210 combat kills.

Prolific is an understatement.

But the truth is

his real count is closer to 390.

Bob Lee's true skill
is killing.

And he's mastered it.

So he's not
just a great shooter.

He's not just a man
who can hide in plain sight.

He's patient,
he's committed,

and he's fearless.

Why didn't Bob Lee kill me
this morning?

He knows I set him up.

He trusted me as a friend.

I betrayed him,
lied to him,

tried to have him killed.

I'm still alive for the
same reason he won't run.

He wants to figure this thing
out and make us all pay.

He should've died that day,

but he didn't,

and this is
our worst-case scenario.

If he survives long enough,

he will try to kill us all

for what we've done to him.

And why shouldn't he?

- How do we know he won't talk?

How do we know
he's not sitting down

with some blonde reporter
right now?

- Because I did my job well,
Payne,

and he doesn't have the proof.

- Didn't this guy used to be
your friend?

- Once.

The other reason is
that he loves his family,

and they're vulnerable.

And that is his only weakness.

So if this drags on,

and we don't catch him soon,

we'll use them as bait.

[rustling]

[clacking]

- Don't hit!
You have to play nice.

I told you to stop being so mean
to Dollie.

If you don't listen, I'm gonna
give you both a time out.

- Mary, sweetheart,
come here.

Come sit by me.

Ooh-ah!

Why is Janie being so mean
to Dollie?

- She's in a bad mood

'cause her daddy's gone too.

- Yeah. You know what?

You should tell her

that sometimes
daddies have to go away,

but that they always come back,

just like your papa will.

- I want him to come back now.

- I know. Me too.

You know what I just remembered?

[gasps]
It's Wednesday.

It's Wednesday!
That's your favorite day!

It's lasagna day!
What?

What if I go to the store
and get all the ingredients?

Do you want to help me cook?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah?

That'll cheer you up.

- * Every day,
she sees her life *

[phone rings]

* Fade away and pass her by

- Hello?
- Baby, I'm sorry you and Mary

have to be dragged
through this.

[key turns, music stops]

- It's okay.
You'll prove you didn't do it,

and then you'll come home.

- We can't talk long.
It's not safe.

I just wanted to hear
your voice.

Of course it has to be
lasagna night. My favorite.

- Then why don't you stop by?

I'll be serving it up,
just like always.

- I could always count on you
to keep your routine.

- Where's he calling from?
- I don't know.

He's accessed
a different network.

- Looks like Eastern Europe.

- I'm just scared.

- You know I'll be watching out
for you.

- No, I know that, but...
it's not that.

What are Mary and I supposed
to do if this all drags on?

Where are we supposed to go?

- Fewer phone calls from now
on, hon. It's too risky.

- [woman over PA system]
Attention, patrons.

There's a blue Prius
in the parking lot

with its lights left on.

- I'm used to being alone.

I can deal with uncertainty.

It's just all of this feels
so unexpected sometimes--

And I just--[gasps]
- Sorry.

- Seriously?

- I got to go, honey.
I got to go.

- I'm going to the restroom
to clean it up.

You guys gonna come with?

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- Baby, what are you doing here?

- Oh, my God, I miss you.

- Are you okay?

- Sweetheart, we don't have
a lot of time, okay?

- Okay.
- How many in the store?

- Two. And two more outside.
- No, baby.

There's four outside.
You missed the gray Chevy.

- Okay. I've only been the wife
of a fugitive for a few days.

- It wasn't enough
to get a trace.

- Play it back.

Where's Julie Swagger?

- Inside the store.

- No matter what,
don't mention

Isaac Johnson's name
to anyone.

- Someone needs to know
the truth.

- Yes, but we don't have
the whole truth yet.

- But I can help.
- You're helping, Jules.

- Look. Look.
Sam and I can get together.

We can hold a press conference--

- Honey, the will kill you.

They're kill Mary.

- Okay.

- Dial their voices down.
I want to hear background only.

[rustling]

[woman over PA system]
Attention patrons.

There's a blue Prius--

- What's that?
- It sounds like a PA system.

- From this point forward,

everything is about protecting
the two of you.

Now, we have to try to get
you and Mary out of the country.

I don't know how yet,
but I'm working on it.

- [voice shaking]
And you--what are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna focus on finding
the actual shooter.

- Play Bob Lee's.

- There's a woman--
a woman that I know at the FBI.

Nadine Memphis.

- Yeah, she arrested me.

- She seems different.
I trust her.

- Okay. Mention the guy
who says he shot at me.

Timmons.
- Timmons.

- He was never there.

See what she does with that.

- I wish Mary could've seen you.
- Me too.

It's about to get
a lot harder for her.

Sweetheart,
when things look bad,

and they will,

tell her to remember
Musa Qala.

- Musa Qala.

- Okay? Don't forget.

Musa Qala.
- Musa Qala.

- [on PA system] Attention
patrons. There's a blue Prius

in the parking lot
with its lights left on.

- He's there. Get inside now.

- I love you.

I love you.

[tense music]

*

Excuse me.

Just couldn't resist, huh?

- I don't want to hurt you,
okay?

- [grunts]
- Stop fighting!

All right.

No protection, so cut the shit.

Cuff yourself to that pipe.
Now.

[sirens wailing]

Hurry!

[sirens approaching]

- [grunts]

- Units 32 and 49, continue to
the north side of Calvin Avenue

and maintain your position.

- Copy that.
Three minutes out.

- Where was he going
after he left the store?

- What store?

- Let me be clear.

You're moving
way beyond suspect now.

You're helping a fugitive
to evade capture,

and that pushes you into a
whole new piece of real estate.

- My husband would
never let me help him.

Not even if I wanted to.

- What did he say
after he hung up,

when you two were alone?

- Am I under arrest?

- Video, no audio,
if you need to say something.

- Kyle Timmons.
Do you know him?

Do you know him?

- The hero cop
who shot at your husband?

Why?

- He's no hero.

[beeping]

[phone buzzes]

[jazz music playing]

- [speaks Russian]

- I need to talk to...Kasper.

Alexander Prosovich gave me
this number.

- Alexi's a hard man to reach.

- Yeah, well,
not when you're his roommate.

- Who are you?
I'll take message.

- I'm Bob Lee Swagger.

- You're talking to "him,"
Mr. Swagger.

- I'm sorry. I didn't know.

- Why should you?

Just because you kill Ukrainian

doesn't mean you know Russians.

- I hate to disappoint you,
but I didn't actually shoot

the Ukrainian president.

- Too bad, because they're
going to capture you

and eventually kill you
and your cute little family.

- Alex said
you might be able to help

get my family
out of the country.

- Maybe.

- What's it gonna take?

- For the hero of Russia?

100,000 even.

- [scoffs]
That's the hero rate?

- I've had expenses.

- I think Swagger just sent me
a message.

- You think?

Either he did or he didn't.

- I spoke to Julie Swagger
in the elevator.

He wants me
to look into Kyle Timmons.

- [sighs]
Swagger's delusional.

- I'd like to run it out.

- Okay.

But no matter what you find,
you tell the wife

you need to meet with Swagger
personally.

If he thinks he has
a friend at the FBI,

that's the opening we need
to capture him.

Good work, Memphis.

You were right to get her
to trust you.

- You're late.
- I couldn't help it.

I was with Meachum.

- Anything I should know?

- He didn't tell you?

That's interesting.

The Russians are claiming

there's a missing piece
of evidence floating around.

- Evidence of what?

- Well, I don't exactly know,

but it's making them
very nervous.

Meachum wanted to know
if Dimitri had it.

- I gave Meachum the newspaper
articles Memphis gave me.

- No. No, it's something else.

And since Dimitri didn't
have it on him,

who the hell knows?

- This just keeps getting
better.

- And he wants an update
on Swagger.

- The update is you missed him.
Twice.

- [chuckles]
You chose Swagger. Not me.

The way Meachum sees it,

this is starting to fall
on your side of the ledger.

[R&B music]

- If I had the chance,
hell yeah.

I won't miss again.
I'll tell you that.

- Officer Timmons?

I'd ask for an autograph,
but I don't have any paper.

- You don't need paper.

I'll sign whatever.

Buy you a drink?

- No, but I'll buy you one.

*

Uh, two of what he's having.

*

So I have a million questions
about that day.

- Well, go ahead, honey.
My time is yours.

- When did you first see
Bob Lee Swagger?

- Right before it happened.

He walked past me.

Something about him
stuck out.

- What was that?

- His attitude.

You do this long enough,

you develop an instinct.

- Yeah.
I read he was a sniper.

I always figured
those guys blended in.

- Being a cop trains
your senses.

I'm more perceptive.

- Use your perception
to read me.

- [chuckles]
- Come on.

I want to see your superpower
in action.

- All right.

You heard what I did,
and you were impressed.

Yeah?
- Mm.

- You saw me on TV.
You were curious.

So you reached out
to talk about

Bob Lee Swagger.

Few drinks, few laughs...

Girls love a hero, right?

- [laughs]

Amazing.

Speaking of perception,

I read your file,

and I didn't see
anything exceptional

about you, your performance,
or your instinct.

In fact, you seem
like a barely average cop to me.

- Uh, my file?

- I was curious about you.

You weren't scheduled
the day of the assassination,

so why were you there?

- The president was in town.

If you're available,
you help out.

Who the hell are you? IA?

- No. You don't normally work
that area, do you?

- I went where I could be
most helpful.

And thank God I did.

What the hell is this about?

- Did you really shoot Swagger,
Kyle?

'Cause I'm starting to wonder.

- F--- this.

- Look.
If I'm wrong, I apologize.

But if I'm right, you need
to get out in front of this now.

I can help you
if you talk to me.

- You just did something
really stupid.

- These people are dangerous.

We can protect you, Kyle.

.

[suspenseful music]

*

[indistinct chatter]

*

*

- Thanks, man.
Not too good at bending over

with these things just yet.

- It takes time, man.

[overlapping chatter]

Hey, Big Ron.

- Bob Lee?

What the hell
are you doing here?

- Got myself in a little jam.

- I'd call it a lot worse.

- Ron, I didn't do it.

You know me better.

- I thought I did.

War messes up people,

especially you.

- I was set up.

I didn't do it, man.

I'm giving you my word.

- Your word?

You know how many vets
commit suicide every day?

We've got enough problems

with our civilians looking at us
as crazy and dangerous.

- Listen, man. I just need
to buy myself some time.

[paper rustling]

I need this, and you're
the one person I could ask.

- I'll give you
a five-minute head-start

out of respect
for the Bob Lee I used to know.

- 22.

The number of vets that commit
suicide every day is 22.

Sorry I came here.

[tense music]

*

[police radio chattering]

*

- Swagger, stop!

It's what you asked for.

I've altered your VA record
to match the serial number.

- I didn't even think
about that.

Thanks, Ron.
This is--

- It's for the lives you saved.

I figured someone owed you that.

Now get out of here,
all right?

[sirens whoop]

[indistinct radio chatter]

*

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where are you going?

The entrance is off-limits.

- I got to go see my counselor.
I have a weekly appointment.

I need to get in there.

- Facility's on lockdown.

You won't be able to enter
the grounds today.

- Come on, man. I need
to see my counselor today.

I've been prescribed this time.
You can't take it from me.

Can I at least go in
and tell him I'm not coming?

He's gonna worry.

- Can't let you in, brother.

You'll have
to leave the area now.

I'm sorry.

Yo, let him through.

- Motorcycle cleared to exit.

- Any sign of him
at the hospital?

- Ugh, no. He made it out.

- Guy's got the luck
of the Irish.

What was he doing there, anyway?

- Agent Memphis, your brother's
calling for you on line one.

- Always wanted a brother.

Never had one until now.

Memphis.

- Just give me one minute.
That's all I need.

- What do you want?
- You talk to Timmons?

- Yeah. I talked to him.
He was an asshole.

I still didn't get anything
out of him.

- He wasn't the guy
who shot at me.

Okay? You got to dig deeper.

- Okay. Give me something else,

and I'll look into it.

Or maybe you could come in,

and we would have lots of time
to talk about our hero--

[call ends]

Hello?

- God damn it.

What did he say?

- He's still stuck on Timmons.

I'm starting to believe him.

I mean, have you ever met a cop

who happily worked overtime
for no pay?

- Timmons isn't the story.
Stay on Swagger.

He trusts you.

He'll call again.

- What did you tell her, Kyle?

- Nothing.

I didn't say nothing.

- Why did she want
to talk to you?

I mean, I know it's not
because she liked you,

you drunk son of a bitch.

So what did she want?

- I-I'll tell you everything.
Just take this thing off me.

- Uh...no.

Now, what did she want?

- She, uh, asked me if I--

if I really shot Bob Lee.

- Now why in the f---
would she ask you that?

Oh, I know.
Because you have done

nothing but shoot your mouth off
about it

since the day it happened.

- I had to act
like it was real,

didn't I?

I mean...

[voice quivering]

what was I supposed to do?

- I don't know.
Shut up,

not attract attention
to yourself until it was time.

I've got no choice now, Kyle.

I mean...

this is gonna look bad.

It's--you know, it's messy.

- [crying]
No.

Don't kill me.

I didn't tell her anything.

I wouldn't say anything
to anyone.

- You see, your problem is,
Kyle,

you don't inspire
a whole lot of confidence.

- They won't believe you!

Why would I kill myself?

I'm a f--- hero.

- For all the same reasons
we chose you:

because you're an angry,
violent, abusive cop

with a history of depression.

.

[door opening]

- No. No, he was intimidated
by my job.

That's not the same
as being married to my job.

Those are two completely
different things.

Yeah.

I'm just gonna take a shower
and then eat something.

I'll call you back
to say good night.

Ugh, I'm not trying
to change the subject, Mom.

I'm just--I don't know.
I'm hungry and I'm dirty.

Let me just--
I'll call you back, okay?

Okay. Mom. Okay.
Bye.

[sighs]

[gasps]

- Thought we should talk
face-to-face.

It'd take you two seconds to
get the gun back out and fire.

I could hit you three times
by then.

Found your spare in the kitchen.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I need your help.

- That's not the way to get it.

- Nothing else is working.

Could you just sit?

Kyle Timmons was murdered
tonight.

They're gonna say
it was suicide, but it wasn't.

- How do you know this?

- 'Cause I found his body.

It wasn't me,
if that's what you're thinking.

Timmons was the best chance
I had to prove my innocence.

It only gets harder for me
from here.

- Trouble just follows you,
I guess.

- I didn't ask
for any of this.

An old friend wanted my help,
and I gave it to him.

That was my mistake.

The friend was Isaac Johnson.

- [scoffs]

The story just keeps getting
better and better.

First a bad cop.

Now a Secret Service agent
with access to the president?

- Isaac came to me with a story

about someone trying
to assassinate the president.

He asked me to help him
figure out the best location

to take the shot.

But he used my footprints
to frame me.

- Look. Let me bring you in.

If this is true,
you'll need protection.

- I need to find
the actual shooter.

Once I find him,
I'll know how they did it.

As far as the Russian side,

there's a journalist,
Kalyna Ordenko.

She's been working
on a story about--

- Red Hill.

I know who she is.

- Well, then you know
that her last article was

published
the day of the assassination,

and she hasn't been
heard from since.

- So...

Russians use Americans
to kill the Ukrainian president

in order to what?

Stage a coup?

There are easier ways
to kill people.

- Not if you want to make it
look like an accident.

I don't know
what their objective is yet,

but this took a coordinated
effort between the Russians

and some very high-level people
in our government

to pull this off.

I'm innocent.

I have a family that's scared.

I'm one security camera away
from being killed.

I need your help.

- If I thought any of this
was credible,

I would help you
in any way I could,

but honestly,
you've got a lot of speculation,

and still no proof
of a conspiracy.

- No. You're wrong.

I'm living proof.

*

[door shuts]

- * You use the life
to keep you here *

[gunshot]

*

* You break your heart
to make sure *

* That I'm aware

* Sometimes you feel like
a trick *

*

* Like a hangman word
you know never gives *

* The tinfoil boy, boy, boy,
boy, boy, boy *

[echoing]
Boy, boy, boy.

* He's a tinfoil boy, boy, boy,
boy, boy, boy *

*

* For the tinfoil

* It's times like this
I feel tricked *

* Into waking up

* Boy, boy, boy,
boy, boy, boy *

*

* He's a tinfoil boy, boy, boy,
boy, boy, boy *

*

* He's a tinfoil boy, boy, boy,
boy, boy, boy *

*

* For the tinfoil

- Agent Johnson.

Do you remember the
Russian reporter Kalyna Ordenko,

from the articles
Dimitri Voydian hid?

The ones I showed you?

- I remember.

- Did you ever connect with her?

I'm trying to close out
my Voydian file.

I'm hoping she can give me
some background.

- I think you're wasting
your time.

I spoke to her. She didn't have
more intel than what she wrote.

- When did you talk to her?
- Sometime last week.

- Well, I should still try.

What number
did you reach her at?

- She called me.

- Oh. Okay.

Saves me some work.

- Any Swagger updates?

- No. Uh, nothing.

- Okay. Let's get started.

- It's $3.25.

[tense music]

*

Yeah, I think the man on the
front page of the newspaper

just left my store.

- Hey. I'll have my office
try to locate

that reporter's contact info.

- Thanks. I appreciate it.

- If you don't mind me asking,

what information
are you looking for?

- Mr. Utey.
- What's up?

- We found Swagger.

- It's him.
The camera quality sucks,

but it's definitely Swagger.

- It's out of character for him.

He's been cautious.
Why would he stop caring

about being seen now?

- I'll ask him
when I arrest him.

Look. This town is only
a little more than an hour out

on the west side of Mt. Baker.

- We got to be smart about this.

Mt. Baker covers thousands
of miles of forest.

Swagger gets lost
in those trees,

it could take us months
to get him back out.

- Wait, wait, wait.
You really want

to drag our feet
and miss our chance?

- Does he have friends up there?
Property?

Let's find out before we go
rushing up the mountain,

letting everyone, including him,
know we're coming.

- Either way, we have to be
prepared for a big engagement.

- I think I might know
a better way.

He was at the
Johnson Country Store

in Mt. Baker
less than an hour ago.

Get your men and get out there.

- Mt. Baker?
[scoffs]

Well, he should be
easy to find there.

- I'll give you the location
when I have it.

Just get out there now.

- We know where he is.
What's the rush?

- The intel came from the FBI.
Do I really need to remind you

why we have to get to him first?

- You ever been to a church?

- Why?

- No reason.
Call me with the coordinates.

*

- Hey! No.
You can't come in here.

- Where's Mary?
- She's with her aunt.

What the hell are you doing?

You can't just come in here
like this.

- Mt. Baker.
Who does he know?

I'm trying
to save Bob Lee's life.

- Don't bullshit me.

We both know the truth.

- Tell me exactly where
I can find him on Mt. Baker.

I'll arrest you
as a material witness.

I will swear that your sister
is colluding with you,

and then I will personally
take your daughter away.

- Bob Lee always thought
you were a coward.

I think he was being kind.

- Your choice.

[dialing]

- Hang up.

Hang up!

He had an old friend
up there with a cabin

who said he could use it
whenever he wanted,

but this was years ago.

I don't even know
if his friend is still alive.

- What's his name?
- What if I'm wrong?

What if he's not there?

Look. I'm telling you the truth.
I don't want my husband killed.

- What is his friend's name?

- Eric Ponder.

[door closes]

[dark music]

*

- Stop.

*

This don't feel right.

I'm calling an audible.
We're out of here.

- You're really gonna
let Johnson just walk into this?

- One of the best snipers in the
world is out there with a rifle

that's probably pointed at you
right now.

- I'm not dying for him today.

- He's in the woods.
- I'm sorry. I'm not clear

about what you're saying.

Has your schedule changed
since we last spoke?

- [laughs] Yeah. Yeah.
My schedule changed.

And you might want
to adjust yours, too,

because it's turning out to be
a killer of a day.

Good luck.

[dramatic music]

*

*

- You want to give him
a chance to give up?

- If he wanted
to give himself up, he would've.

*

[quiet, eerie music]

*

- All clear.

[eerie music and noises]

*

[dramatic music]

[gunshots]

- Jesus Christ.
He brought us here to kill us.

- Johnson,
I'd move if I were you.

- One of the boots thinks
he saw a flash. Eleven o'clock.

- Have your men watching.
I'm gonna give him a shot.

[gunshot]
- Let's wait him out.

He's not going anywhere.

*

[gunshot]

*

[heart beating]

[gunshot]

- Jesus Christ.
What a mess.

- Why would Swagger wear
a suicide vest anyway?

- What the hell was he thinking?

- He was probably thinking
he didn't want

to go back to prison.

- Bag this.
Let's spread out.

We need to find proof
that he's dead.

- Agent Johnson, you'd better
take a look at this.

Appears to be hair and skull
fragment, sir.

- What is that?

- It's a titanium hip.

- So that's it then?

- This will make it easier
to confirm.

There's a serial number on here
that should match Bob Lee's.

- Congratulations.
We got him.

.

- Is Daddy dead?

- Listen, mouse.

We have to believe in Daddy.

We have to keep our hope up

and pray for his safe return.

Do you--do you remember
the story

Daddy told you about Musa Qala?

- Yes.
- Yeah? What happened there?

- Daddy saved Isaac's life.

- Daddy wanted you to remember
that story.

I'm not sure why, but he did.

- Saving Isaac wasn't
the best part.

- No? What was the best part?

- Daddy had to be a ghost.

[Jordan Max's "Hell"]

- Bag everything.
Don't leave anything behind.

*

- * Sending countries to war
just killing themselves *

* People trying to get higher
while living in hell *

*

* The devil keeps trying
to make us fail *

*

* You got to play with the fire
to save yourself *

- Guys, I want pictures of every
square inch of this board.

Take the pieces down carefully.

- Will do, ma'am.
- * What you gonna do?

* Watch the world fall down?

* What you gonna do?
Watch the world fall down? *

* Are you brave enough
to play with fire *

* Strong enough to put
the past behind you *

* Who can you trust
in a world of liars *

* When you're stuck you know
the light will guide you *

* Remember why we're here

[phone rings]

* Find love
before we disappear *

*

- Agent Memphis.

- I'm trusting you with my life.

You can either tell everyone
I'm still alive,

or you can trust your gut

and let me keep trying
to figure this thing out.

- Last time I trusted my gut,
someone got killed.

- Then the good news is
I'm already dead.

- * Having trouble
with the law *

* Why crucify me

[dark music]

*