All language subtitles for Criminal.Minds.Suspect.Behavior.S01E04

Come on, sniper.

Take your shot.

It's a lousy situation...

You and the unsub...

locked eye to eye.

Who's gonna blink...

Him...

Or you?

[Watch beeps]

[Beeps]

[Beeps]

Guys, I saw the cutest thing
on Michigan this morning.

There was this man
eating an ice cream cone, right?

This big
double-scoop chocolate.

And standing
right next to him

is the saddest-looking
little boy.

- Is this a true story?
- Yes, Carl, it's a true story.

An ice cream cone
at 8:00 in the morning?

Yes, Carl.
[Gunshot]

Carl?

Carl!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!
[Crying]

- Oh, crap.
- Good morning to you too.

20 bucks says
he asks me to go a round.

Somehow, he always knows
when I've had a rough night.

- Really?
- What was her name?

Her name was Lisa.
No, it was, um, Elise.

That's charming.
He never grows up.

Growing up
is overrated, right?

Why don't you guys just kiss,
get it over with?

- Hey, Mick.
- Hey.

- Want to go a round?
- Well, I, um...

Morning, all.

Hey, man, how's it going?
All right?

Rough night, huh?

[Chuckles]
Yeah.

[Cell phone ringing]

Yeah?

I understand.

Thanks.

I'm gonna guess
that was not good news.

You've all heard
about the long-distance

serial killer from Chicago?

Yeah, three kills
in the last nine days.

Four...
as of 20 minutes ago.

About time
they called us in.

- Exactly.
- Forensics finally came back,

connecting
the first three slugs.

Of course
they're connected.

Three different people
shot from tall buildings

within nine days
in the same city.

Chicago's a great
urban hide for the L.D.S.K.

There's thousands of windows
for him to choose from.

Any connection
between the victims?

It appears random.

There's a white male jogger.
There's a black female.

There's a retiree,
there's a businessman.

So victimology's
not gonna help us at all.

Director wants us
on the ground there ASAP.

He thought that
mixed expertise in this

might help us build
this profile.

Yeah, Beth,
in the sniper world

kid here's
a pretty big deal.

Yeah, I seem to excel
at certain things.

We'll have to ask Lisa
about that one.

I'm pretty sure
it was Elise.

I'm pretty sure
it's irrelevant.

This guy really knows
what he's doing.

Yeah, the attacks
are very clean--

all one-shot kills,
all from a high-rise,

all over 300 yards away.

With four kills
under his belt,

you got to figure
he's probably just warming up.

All right, the wheels
are up in 40 minutes.

[Siren wails,
indistinct chatter]

Agent Cooper.

Detective Hernandez.
We spoke from the plane.

Thanks for getting here
so fast.

The city's
on the verge of panic.

The press are barking at me
to make a statement--

Oh, now, I'd really rather
you didn't

till we get a chance to go
into media strategy.

Long-distance serial killers
are usually listening.

They're very intelligent
and like to follow their cases

very closely, so...
- Any luck with any witnesses?

The vic
was standing there alive,

then he was dead--
same as the others.

What about from the building
where the shot was fired?

Nobody saw
anything suspicious.

Some of these places
get 5,000 in-and-outs a day.

That was
the shooter's last perch?

We estimated
the bullet's trajectory

based on the angle
of entry and exit wounds.

That led us
to an empty hotel hallway

on the 12th floor.

That's got to be, what...

420 yards?

424.

- Detective Hernandez.
- Excuse me a sec.

So, Mick...

what do you see?

He had to compensate
for arc.

There's glare refracting
off opposing windows.

So it's not the easiest shot
that he could've made.

- So he's showing off.
- Or he's challenging himself.

That's probably
the one thing he's good at

and just wants
the rest of the world to know.

It's incredible. It's about
a quarter of a mile away.

With a scope these days,

you can make a head shot
from a mile away.

He's skilled.
He's focused.

He's patient.

Patience
is a lot of the job.

When we were training,
we learned to sit for 24 hours,

48 hours at a stretch.

You know, slowing the breath,
not moving a muscle.

He could be watching us
right now.

And who are you?

♪ Criminal Minds: Suspect Behavior 01x04 ♪
One Shot Kill
Original Air Date on March 9, 2011

-- sync, corrected by elderman --

♪ ♪

No prints, no debris, and he
picks up his shell casing.

So he comes in,
decides on his perch,

and then he calculates
all the variables.

And then he waits.

The door lock was jimmied
with an electronic lock pick--

handheld, easy to buy,
same as the other hits.

And with a 15% vacancy rate
on Chicago office space,

no shortage of perches
for this guy to choose from.

How about ingress
and egress?

I mean, how does he get in,
and how does he get out?

Does he dress
like a businessman?

Does he blend in
with the crowd?

I'll get video surveillance
from building security

and shoot it over
to Garcia for a look.

Carl Langstrom,
according to his wallet,

father of nine-year-old twins.

His wife's on her way
to make the I.D.

It was nearly dead center...

424 yards--
one-shot kill.

- You sound impressed.
- He's good at what he does.

Okay, the other victims--

first one, 305 yards,
then 345.

Next came 390.

Gaining confidence every time
he pulls that trigger.

This can't be easy
for Mick,

going up
against another shooter.

You know how snipers are--
very competitive natures.

I'm just saying,
sometimes these little ripples

can become waves.

When I was in the seminary,
there was this priest.

His name was Father Juan.

Always had
this calm about him.

Whenever one of us
would go through

some wrenching crisis
of faith,

he would say,
"just breathe through it.

It'll pass."

Sometimes a ripple is a wave.

Sometimes, Beth,
a ripple is just a ripple.

You were in the seminary?

[Door opens]

I'm sorry. I didn't realize
anyone was in here.

Oh, no.
Please come in.

That's Carl.

Are you the police?

FBI.

We're sorry for your loss.

We'll give you a minute.

He was gonna take
the girls camping this weekend.

They hate camping.

Carl was always so happy
to be out in the woods,

they didn't have
the heart to say no.

Why would anyone do
this to Carl?

It appears that your husband
was a random victim.

Random?

How are you gonna find
a murderer

who randomly shoots people
for no reason at all?

'Cause there is a reason.

Somewhere inside of him,

there's a reason
he does what he does.

We may not understand it yet,
but when we do,

the "why" is gonna
lead us to the "who."

[Indistinct chatter]

- Is this all right?
- This will be fine.

- Thanks.
- Holler if you need anything.

So...
[Claps]

tell me what you know.

The unsub knows
his way around a rifle.

He's definitely had training--

could be military, S.W.A.T.,
or a private contractor.

Statistically, I would suggest
a male--25, 35.

Random targets
suggests a displaced anger.

He's angry at someone,
but not the people he's killing.

It's highly likely
he's got a record,

bar room fights,
workplace aggression.

If he is military,
he's easy to track.

We know a bit about the
typical sniper psych profile.

Special Forces screen

for certain attributes
when they recruit.

Snipers have a high I.Q.

They're patient,
disciplined, focused.

They're also controlling.
They have huge egos--

a God complex...

I mean, according
to U.S. Army research.

Okay, fair enough.

We certainly don't lack
for confidence.

I prefer to call it
high self-esteem.

Snipers feel invulnerable.

They choose to keep people
at a safe emotional distance.

He doesn't see these hits as
individuals, but as conquests.

You know, not all snipers
are serial killers.

Some are just
serial daters, darling.

Conquests--exactly.

These people
have no value to him.

They're just notches
on his belt.

I'm talking about the unsub,
not you, Mick.

Hello,
Windy City transplants.

Penelope.
Thanks for joining us.

Certainly.
What you need?

Let's start with police,
private military contractors.

Mid 20s, mid 30s.

Anyone with
extensive sniper training.

Well, there are...

800,000 vets in Illinois.

But as we look at folks

with serious
long-range-rifle expertise,

those numbers drop
to the low hundreds.

Tell you what,
let me fly my magic keyboard.

I will get back at you with some
shiny new developments, okay?

You're the best.

I'll do some
geographic pattern analysis.

I have a new algorithmic
geo-assessment app

that is so good.

I'll get
with Detective Hernandez

and go over media strategy.

She's gonna have to face
the cameras soon.

Good.
Mick, Gina...

I want you to get a first-hand
look at the other crime scenes.

Let me know
if his M.O. is consistent.

Beth, you're gonna take
a ride with me

over to 14th and Forrester.

Is that
where we just came from?

Everybody back here in 90.

I enjoy this--

you and me,
quality time.

But what
are we doing here?

We're seeing what he saw.

Well, we were just
at this crime scene

a few hours ago--
what have I missed?

Exactly.
It was a crime scene.

There was police over here.
There's detectives over here.

There's yellow tape
on the ground.

This is what he saw when
he looked through the scope.

Okay.

So what is he thinking?

Well, I'm gonna assume
he's arrogant,

and he's looking down
on people,

literally, figuratively.

He's objectifying.

So he's like Zeus up
on Mount Olympus

casting
down his thunderbolts,

striking dead
any man that he pleases.

He's careful.
He's taking aim.

He's taking
all the time he wants.

He's--he's
challenging himself,

'cause each attack
is at a greater distance

than the one before,
but where's that leading to?

- How do you mean?
- I mean, he's smart enough

to know that this
can't just go on forever.

I mean, each shot is more daring
than the last one.

What is this building to?

[Stammers]
An endgame,

a final performance of sorts.

For who?

You just said something.
You...

you said he's performing,

which means that,
consciously or unconsciously,

he's performing...

for someone.

Who is he trying to impress?

[Keys clacking]

Mick Rawson,
welcome to Chicago.

He's an expert shooter,
25 to 35,

with serious anger issues.

He's--he's patient.
He's focused, well-educated.

So why does he keep the shells
from each of his crimes?

We all do it.
They're like trophies.

We call it kill brass.

And besides,
he's sending us a message.

He's saying that he's in charge,
that he's not running.

It's that
massive ego at work.

Hey, the scenes
all look similar.

We sent video surveillance
from the buildings to Garcia.

I know. I just got off
the phone with her.

She's been crunching data
for over an hour--

checking alibis,

filtering through
every possible person.

And?

And this guy...

he's a ghost.

There is not a sniper
who has been trained

by the government,
by private contractors,

within 1,000 miles
who fits our profile.

Okay, so he's new in town,
he's self-taught.

He has to have trained
somewhere.

There's no way you can learn

to shoot like that
from some book.

I have a delivery
for a Mick Rawson.

A delivery from who?

Uh, Carlos Hathcock.

If I could just get
your signature right here.

A pager?

[Beeps]

"Bang, bang."

[Gunshots]

[Cell phone ringing]

Yeah?
We're on our way.

911 call just came in--

sniper fire
at 91st and Varna,

two dead.

[sirens wailing]

Ahdab Balli, 47.

Jennifer Conway, 22.

They were 20 feet apart
and, according to witnesses,

went down within one second
of each other.

What about forensics
on the pager?

I'll have my lab guys clone it
and run tests overnight.

We're talking
to the delivery service

that sent it as well.

"Bang, bang"...

Two "bangs," two bodies.

He's upping his game.

Yes, he is.

So what does this pager
tell us about our profile?

- Unsub knows Mick
is a high-ranking sniper,

knows he's working this case,

so he's throwing down
a challenge.

But how does he knows that?

I mean, that's
eyes-only information.

He has access
to military websites.

- Or he's a half-decent hacker.
- He's a ghost--

no records, no training,

but he shoots like a pro.

Why is
he focusing on Mick?

Mick's
an authority surrogate.

He sees him as someone
better than himself,

so it angers him,
pisses him off.

Yeah, but he was killing

before Mick
even entered the picture.

Motivation may not change,
but the object of focus does.

Previous kills
are all motivated

by anger
towards an authority.

Right, so he's transferring
that rage onto Mick.

Okay, so he--
he buys a pager,

and he sends it to Mick,
plans out his kill--

all this in the service of
sticking out his tongue at him?

He's intellectually
advanced, but--

Emotionally,
he could be ten years old.

Coroner's down there.

I'm gonna go
and check it out.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Siren wailing]

You all right?

Yeah, I'm great.

Two people just died

so this creep could show off
for my benefit.

I'm just fine.

Got to ask...

could this unsub be somebody
that you know,

somebody you worked with?
I don't know, man.

I don't know.
I want you to think, Mick.

No, I try not to work
with psychopaths.

It's a possibility
we have to consider here.

Look, this guy--he's gonna try
to rattle your cage.

Don't let him.

I know.

I need you focused.

I need you present.

What the hell's
that supposed to mean?

Just what I said.

Stay in the present,

not in the past.

[Sobbing]

Sam Cooper.

- Are you sitting down?
- Yeah.

I'm on a beach
in Costa Rica.

Okay, so I did some spelunking
into cold cases,

everything
and anything sniper.

- You found something.
- 12 years ago,

there's a long-distance
gunshot murder in Chicago--

this kid, Ted Grunburg,
15 years old, shooting hoops,

all of a sudden,
out of the blue, bang, dead.

Police investigate
the hell out of it,

don't come up with anything,
chalk it up to a stray bullet.

And you think
this is connected?

Oh, I don't think
it's connected.

I know it's connected.
I downloaded your forensics.

The slugs are a match.
It's the same guy--or girl.

Point being,
it's the same rifle.

So our unsub makes one kill,
then goes dormant for 12 years?

Until ten days ago.

Penelope,
you're a genius.

And I thrive when recognized
as such, sir.

Send us everything
you can find

on this, uh, cold case,
this Ted Grunburg--

police files,
newspaper clippings,

whatever you can find.

The answer's there.
I know it.

There you are.

I feel like
I haven't seen you for days.

I-I was gonna make
some pasta later,

if you're gonna be
home by dinner.

No, I got a thing in town.

Oh, uh, well, you know,

it's, um,
dad's memorial tomorrow--

remember, at the V.A.?

All of his old army buddies
are gonna be there.

It starts at--at 2:00,
so we should--

well, we should probably
leave here at 1:30.

- I want to get there--
- I really need to go.

Jason...

what will people think
if his own son doesn't even show

for his memorial?
- I don't know.

Maybe they'll think
I hated his guts.

Jason...

Relax, Amy.
I'll be there.

[Tires squealing]

He kills this kid,
Ted Grunburg, in a playground,

then he just disappears
for 12 years.

I mean,
where the hell did he go?

- Maybe he moves away.
- And doesn't kill?

- Prison?
- Garcia already looked into it.

She couldn't find anyone
with this level of training

who had been inside
for the right dates.

The forensics
on the pager tell us anything?

No, nothing, man.

This guy covered
his tracks pretty well.

He even paid for
the delivery service in cash.

This must be pretty tough
on you, huh?

I mean, the whole
sniper-versus-sniper thing.

Carlos Hathcock,
the white feather.

That's the name
on the package he sent.

The most revered sniper
of the Vietnam war--

93 confirmed kills.

He struck such fear
into the heart of the enemy...

they sent in their
best snipers to take him out.

One day...
he's out on patrol.

He's hunkered down
in the bush,

and he sees the smallest
reflection off in the jungle.

He swings his Winchester,
and he knows in a heartbeat,

it's the reflection
of a V.C. sniper scope

aiming directly at him.

Two snipers...

both the best
in their armies,

aiming directly
down each other's scopes.

[Pager beeping, vibrating]

He paged three "bangs."

That means he's going
for three kills this time.

- We've got to stop him.
- Yeah, but where?

- Where is he going next?
- Or is he just toying with us--

jerking our chain
just to see if we'll jump?

Look at this.
It's the sniper scan.

I told you this
geo app was fantastic.

And it is--
it found a pattern.

It's a little bit off,
but it's not a problem,

'cause I just adjust
the locations within 10%,

plus or minus.
- She's not wrong.

See, snipers are taught to scan
their target area

over and over
in specific patterns.

It keeps us alert,
and it keeps our eyes sensitive

to any change
in the environment.

The attacks roughly fit
the corners of that pattern.

He's probably doing it
subconsciously.

It's just a pattern
he's comfortable with.

If I'm right,

his next attack should be
somewhere around here.

[Sirens wailing]

We need barricades--
ten-block perimeter--

and a fast,
orderly evacuation.

Let's concentrate
on the pedestrians first.

All right, spread out,
keep your eyes up.

Let's go. Move it along.
Move it along here.

- This way.
- Clear the area here.

Come on.
It's the sniper, isn't it?

Please, listen, we need
everyone to clear the area

as quickly as possible,
all right?

Just calm--leave the area.

Thank you.
Help me.

I'm sorry, miss. I need you
to evacuate the area.

My son is in that building.

He's--he's in day care.
- Get down!

Come here!
Sir, sir!

Get down!

[Indistinct shouting]

What do we got?

109 building, tenth floor.

This is Cooper.
We got a 20 on the unsub.

109 building, tenth floor.

I'd like
the whole floor cleared.

Clear.

Clear.

Clear.

- Clear.
- Clear!

FBI!
Stop right there!

Hands in the air!

Blueprints?

I'm an architect.

Mark Langford,
member of the A.I.A.

Why is an architect
running from the FBI?

Child support--
there's a warrant for my arrest.

What is--
what is this?

- Just--just take--
take...

- Can--can you at least put
those back in my office?

- Yeah, oh, sure.
- It's for my lake house.

- I got it.
- It's my only copy.

Ingress and egress...

He's slipping through
our fingers somehow.

The lobby security is sending
you a video feed right now.

Yes, I'm doing it
in real time.

I'm cross-referencing from other
buildings he's staged from.

He's either a businessman
or a phone or a cable guy

or a messenger or some sort
of building maintenance.

Just keep working
those tapes.

- He's there somewhere.
- Okay.

We must've just missed him.

Probably walked
right by the guy.

He'll change his pattern now.
My geo algorithms are a bust.

This isn't working.
T-this isn't working.

This whole
sniper-against-sniper game

he's playing...

he's winning, and we're losing.
No, you're wrong.

We're getting closer.
I can feel it.

Do you see this pager?
This only benefits him, not us.

He has all the power,
and we have nothing.

Yeah, well,
that's certainly

what he wants you
to believe, isn't it?

Coop, he's killing people
to impress me.

He's like a cat leaving
dead birds at my feet.

Mick...

none of this
is your fault, okay?

Listen to me.
It's not your fault.

Someone almost died today

because they
were standing next to me.

But nobody did die!

And this is the first time

that he attempted an attack...

and he failed.

And the next time...

we're gonna get him.

It's a lousy situation.

But it's the situation
that we're in.

You and the unsub,

locked eye to eye.

Who's gonna blink...

Him...

or you?

I'm here to report
on the sniper attack

that occurred
yesterday afternoon

at approximately 3:22 p.m.

One shot was fired.

And we're pleased to announce
that no one was injured

in this incident.

Is that that sniper again?

What a horrible thing.

People are scared
to leave their homes.

I hope it doesn't frighten
people away from coming today.

Shouldn't you
be getting dressed?

Jason...

The memorial?

I'll drive separately.

You are coming,
aren't you?

50 of dad's closest friends,
all of his old army buddies.

50 of his friends
in one place--

wouldn't miss it
for the world.

I know you loved him...

somewhere in your heart.

You might not know it,
but I do.

If there's a heaven...

or whatever,
if dad is watching...

I know that you being there
would mean so much to him.

Yeah.

I hope he is
up there watching.

I'll see you there.

I love you.

I love you too.

Almost 24 hours
without an incident--

not even a page.
- Pager's burnt.

He'd be crazy
to contact us again

after such
a close call yesterday.

The frequency of attacks
increases and increases

and then nothing--why?

It's building
up towards something.

It's all been practice.
It's leading up to an endgame.

He wants to go out
in a blaze of glory.

So a suicide
or a death by cop.

Let's just work
the profile again, people.

He's immature.
He's a trained killing machine.

And he's got
the emotional life of a child.

Profile
says he's 25 to 35,

which means when
he made that first kill,

he might've been
in his early 20s.

- Might've been 15.
- Come on,

where does a 15-year-old learn
to shoot like that?

From his father.
His father.

Maybe we're going
about this all wrong.

All this anger at authority,
all this "I'm better than you."

Maybe it's as simple as proving
he's better than his father.

Talk to me, handsome.

Want to look at snipers,
Chicago area.

Only this time, 55 to 75,
probably retired,

has a grown son.
I got...

Wow, 432.

Cross-check that
with recent police reports--

family issues, domestic
violence, that sort of thing.

Brings it down to 18.

They're mostly
divorce disputes,

except...

hold up.

Retired army sniper,

Master Sergeant
James Wheeler, 64--

he was murdered one month ago,
blunt-force trauma to the head.

His adult son, Jason,
was the prime suspect,

except police didn't have
enough evidence to charge.

Cross-reference Jason
with that first kill,

the cold case
from 12 years ago.

Yeah, Ted Grunburg,
15 years old.

Oh, there--

Ted Grunburg and Jason Wheeler
went to the same high school.

The father trains the son
in long-distance riflery.

The son just keeps on improving,
getting better and better.

Wants to show him
how much he's learned,

so he goes to his school,
and he kills someone.

And it looks like Jason

applied to the Army,
the Marines,

and a bunch of independent
military contractors.

But his dad
wrote them letters

advising
they shouldn't take him,

saying Jason was unstable
and had rage issues.

- Well, there's your stressor.
- Father creates a monster.

- Monster kills the creator.
- He works as a messenger.

He currently lives
with his sister out in Berwyn.

Room clear.

- We're right back here.
- Clear.

Place is clear, sir.

All right, radio all units.

- There's plenty of weapons.
- But no sniper rifle.

Here's something.

"Amy...

I'm sorry for who I am,

for what I have to do."

Sounds like
a suicide note to me.

Hey, Coop, you might want
to take a look at this.

I'd heard
of the fine marksmanship

of James Wheeler
long before we met.

In military circles,

his skill and discipline
with a rifle were well-known.

We first served together
at Khe Sanh.

And when we returned
from southeast Asia

in the fall of '72,
we'd formed a bond

I knew would never be broken.

And after all these years,

I'm proud to say that
Master Sergeant James Wheeler

was a fine soldier,
a fine man,

and my very dear friend.

Amy Wheeler?

My name's Sam Cooper.

- It's Jason, isn't it?
- Yes, ma'am.

Do you have any idea
where your brother might be?

He said he'd be here.

I've called him three times,

but it just goes
straight to voice mail.

Your brother said
that he was coming here?

Yes.

What exactly
did he say to you?

Uh, that
he wouldn't miss it...

and something about...

50 of dad's old army buddies
together in one place.

Excuse me.

All right,
we need to lock the doors.

Nobody leaves this place.

This is the endgame.

He's planning
a massacre right here.

For your safety,

no one will be allowed to leave
this building

until further notice.

This is a police,
FBI lockdown.

And we're gonna need
your patience and cooperation.

I want to remind you
how important it is

to stay away
from these entrance windows.

We need it sooner.
We need it now.

I understand, but he's
not gonna wait for us to put--

you know what? You just move
as fast as you can, all right?

How many barricades?

There's 16 routes
into this neighborhood.

Securing the roads is gonna take
another five to seven minutes.

What do we know?

If this is indeed
his target,

he's gonna be in one of these
nine buildings right here.

Across the street
is the Owens building--

429 Spencer Street,
22 floors, all vacant.

It used to be
a Chicago Daily newspaper.

It went under
about six months ago.

He's in that building.

Get a team over there
and start kicking in doors.

How's everyone
holding up over here?

They're army.
They don't complain.

Beth, I want you to go
with Gina.

I want you to keep an eye
on these civilians, all right?

- Sure.
- Mick, take the stairs.

You find yourself a perch
and get good sight lines

across the street.
- Yes, sir.

Prophet,
you're with me and S.W.A.T.

Got it.

Be careful up there.

No worries.
This guy's good.

But I'm better.

Okay, I'm on the roof
of the V.A. building.

If I'm right,

he's in one of 466 windows
directly opposite me.

He's probably hunkered down,
waiting for the memorial to end.

We locked the front door.
Nobody's coming out.

I can't imagine what
you people must think of me.

Why do you say that?

First, dad is killed,

and then Jason is questioned
by the police.

Next thing I know, there's
a sniper all over the news.

I know that dad
trained Jason to shoot...

but I just--I couldn't let
myself believe that...

he was such
a sweet little boy.

[Cell phone ringing]

It's okay.
Listen...

Relax.
Just keep him talking.

Be calm.

- Jason?
- Hey.

Look, sorry
I couldn't make it.

How's the memorial?
Where are you?

I wanted to let you know
not to wait for me.

Jason, don't do this.

Oh, Jason...

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

We've been made.
He's onto us.

[Tires squeal]

Okay, we got a car--
late arrivals to the memorial.

Where the hell are
the barricades?

Get out of the street!
Clear the area now!

[Gunshot]
Ugh!

Mick!
Where is he?

I don't know.
I didn't see a muzzle flash.

He must be back from the window.
By angle of trajectory,

he's on the 22nd floor,
maybe the 23rd.

We need an armored vehicle
down here now.

We have a civilian casualty
in the street.

I have movement.
He's alive.

No, Gina, don't.
Stand down. It's a kill zone.

- I can do this.
- Gina!

Hey, I'm right here!
[Gunshot]

Here I am!
Hey, I'm right here!

Hey!

You want me?
I'm right here!

Okay, I've got him--
22nd floor.

Come on, sniper...

take your shot.

Drop it.

Or what?

Hmm?

Drop the rifle now.

Got him, Mick.

I've got him too, Cooper.

Let me take the shot.

Shoot!

[Indistinct
police radio chatter]

[Engine turning]

Thanks a lot.

I had him.

No doubt.

Mick.

You owe me one.

Hey.
Come on.

No, I don't want
to fight you, man.

I said, I don't want
to fight, okay?

Just go with it.
[Grunting]

Okay.
Let's go a round, then.

Mick's got this one.

Nope. Coop's been studying
Kali for ten years.

We'll see.

- I would've had him, Cooper.
- You did have him.

We won, Mick.
Let it go.

Nice work.

Victory is sweet.
Got to savor it, right?

Thanks, man.
Thanks.

Hey, Coop...

thanks for letting me win.

Anyone for a beer?

[Laughing]

-- sync, corrected by elderman --