Seven Snipers

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What's the point of shooting

if you're not gonna read the conditions?

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It's mindless.

Look, it's 10 knots northerly.

The conditions at the flag...

The conditions of the flag

do not represent the conditions of the target.

Yes, I know.

Right. So if you understand it,

make your adjustments.

Block it.

Okay, now feel the wind.

Look for a pattern.

- Ten knots. -

Twelve knots.

- - Fifteen.

Just feel it.

Don't you have anything better to do?

If you can't take the feedback,

how are you gonna improve?

Sharp shooting!

Kids, you're late for school.

Go on. Don't forget tomorrow we're doing lunch here.

I'm gonna cook up a feed for her birthday.

Oh, you don't have to do that. I'm 16, not five.

Remember?

I'd be keen to come along,

no matter what she says about your cooking.

School.

Okay. See ya.

- You okay? - Yeah.

She just sucks.

I assume you didn't tell her

about tonight, then.

Shit no, that's tomorrow's problem.

Good point.

G'day there.

Mrs. Kris Hendricks, right?

Peter Phillips.

That was a high-stress situation.

You didn't flinch.

They told me you'd do that.

They all flinched.

I represent foreign interests,

corporate farmers.

What company is that?

Well, come on now.

That would be pillow talk, wouldn't it?

Look at this.

A hundred and thirty hectares at three and a half per.

That gives you 350,000 clear after debts.

It's a fresh start, Kris.

It's not for sale, mate.

Everything has a price.

Watch out for the cow shit.

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You've got 10 seconds to tell me who you are, Mr. Phillips.

Seven seconds.

Five seconds.

And another one for the bullet to pass through your body.

Who are you?!

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

He's coming.

Voodoo Child.

Long live The Dragon.

Hello, Barren Back High School.

Oh, hi.

This is Kris Hendricks, Anja's mother.

- Mrs. Hendricks. - Listen,

there's been a family emergency,

so I'm gonna be coming in early today.

Oh, well, that will be tricky.

Anja hasn't been to school for almost two weeks now.

And we have tried, but you are very difficult--

Where are you?

- It's me. - Voodoo.

- It's me, okay? - Been a long time.

- Missed you. - Yeah, missed you too.

Situation?

He's alive.

100%.

You're sure?

I just buried one of his men.

He said, "Long live The Dragon,"

just before I put a bullet in his head.

Sixteen years, you're still chasing ghosts.

It could be some lunatic chasing an old bounty,

trading on The Dragon's name.

On my life, Dog, it's him.

What do you need?

Ex-snipers, our team.

As many as you can get.

Oh, that's a hell of an ask.

Kris, half the team's gone.

Some won't fight again, some can't.

You've been off the grid a long time.

Make it work.

I'll send coordinates.

There's a marked-up map of the property.

Now, he'll come under the cover of dark.

Maybe tonight if he's moved straight away.

Fine. I'll be there, but hear me.

If this really is a ghost hunt,

it's gonna cost you big time.

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Hey, it's Anja.

Sorry I can't take your call.

I'm not actually ignoring you--

Hello, it's Michael.

Sorry I can't get to the phone.

Anja, I need you to call me.

I know you haven't been at school.

I don't care about that right now.

I just need you to call me and tell me where you are.

Michael, are you with Anja?

Please, I need Anja to call me.

Just come home.

- It's urgent. -

Anja!

Anja!

Okay.

Fuck off.

Hi, Jen.

It's Kris.

Um, listen, do you know if the kids are together?

I'm really just trying to get hold of Anja.

Yeah, so if you hear anything, can you gimme a call?

Thanks.

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I'm not gonna marry you, though.

Yeah, I didn't think you would.

I'm not taking it off, though.

I didn't think you would.

Almost as good as this.

Come on.

We're going for lunch later anyway.

A chopper buzzed our heads, Michael.

It's probably just roo shooters.

I wanna know what's going on.

Just stay here.

- I'll be right back. - It's your birthday.

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